I and this mystery, here we stand.

Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest; Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place-not for another hour, but this hour.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?