No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

life doesn't have to be perfect to be enjoyed

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.

Freedom is incomplete without social justice.

I see the progress typical in some of my poems as starting with something simple and moving into something more demanding. This is certainly the pattern of weird poetry.

Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.

Nothing perhaps has so retarded the reception of the higher conclusions of Geology among men in general, as ... [the] instinctive parsimony of the human mind in matters where time is concerned.

Keep a definite goal of achievement constantly in view. Realize that work well and worthily done makes life truly worth living.

It's too easy to sum up a person's character in one negative instant, and it doesn't put anything good out into the world.

What can art really do in the face of atrocity?