College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

I Dwell In A Lonely House I Know That Vanished Many A Summer Ago.

The Style Is The Man. Rather Say The Style Is The Way The Man Takes Himself; And To Be At All Charming Or Even Bearable, The Way Is Almost Rigidly Prescribed. If It Is With Outer Seriousness, It Must Be With Inner Humor. If It Is With Outer Humor, It Must Be With Inner Seriousness. No Other Way Will Do.

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.