OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything.

It means, Doug Swieteck, that in this class, you are not your brother.

Reader, I kissed her. A quiet walk we had, she and I.

There are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them... Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?

Hope is full assurance of faith.

Passionately embrace your sacred existence.

You have to conquer every mountain to realize the dream.

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

Most teachers still say they love teaching though they wouldn't mind a little more respect for their challenging work and a little less blame for America's educational shortcomings.

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.

Mastery is often taken for egotism.