It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

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

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

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

I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn’t intended.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I’m against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

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.

Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.