The Wonderful Thing About Saints Is That

Gossip Isn't Scandal And It's Not Merely Malicious. It's Chatter About The Human Race By Lovers Of The Same. Gossip Is The Tool Of The Poet, The Shop-talk Of The Scientist, And The Consolation Of The Housewife, Wit, Tycoon And Intellectual. It Begins In The Nursery And Ends When Speech Is Past.

Praise Is Warming And Desirable. But It Is An Earned Thing. It Has To Be Deserved, Like A Hug From A Child.

Not Reading Poetry Amounts To A National Pastime Here.

Wherever Conversation's Flowing, / Why Must I Feel It Falls On Me / To Keep Things Going?

It Is The Leisured, I Have Noticed, Who Rebel The Most At An Interruption Of Routine.