But I Have Promises To Keep, And

The Mind-is Not The Heart. I May Yet Live, As I Know Others Live, To Wish In Vain To Let Go With The Mind- Of Cares, At Night, To Sleep; But Nothing Tells Me That I Need Learn To Let Go With The Heart.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

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.

Life Must Be Kept Up At A Great Rate In Order To Absorb Any Considerable Amount Of Learning.

The Difference Between A Job And A Career Is The Difference Between Forty And Sixty Hours A Week.