“The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.”

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.

The only certain freedom’s in departure.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it’s egotism.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces.

In an emergency, what treatment is given by ear? Words of Comfort.

He needed ears; he obtained them there in readiness and preparation for his new existence. The powers requisite in this world were conferred upon him in the world of the matrix.

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.

Stop your ears and close your eyes and try to find the face of love.

There comes in all our lives a time, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.

The ear is a less trustworthy witness than the eye.

It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.

Every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear, Oh we’re in love aren’t we?