“Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?”

“But yield who will their separation,My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight.Only where love and need are one,And the work is play for mortal stakes,Is the deed ever really doneFor Heaven and the future's sakes.”

“The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.”

“The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.”

“But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to uniteMy avocation and my vocationAs my two eyes make one in sight.”

“We love the things we love for what they are.”

“The objective idea is all I ever cared about. Most of my ideas occur in verse... To be too subjective with what an artist has managed to make objective is to come on him presumptuously and render ungraceful what he in pain of his life had faith he had made graceful.”