A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep.
One of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.
I used to try and concentrate the poem so much that there wasn't a word that wasn't essential. This leads to becoming boring and constipated.
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
Good can imagine Evil; but Evil cannot imagine Good.
We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.