The Vulture eats between his meals
And that’s the reason why
He very, very rarely feels
As well as you and I.
His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!
By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and…
A poem is a little machine for remembering itself
The supreme value of remaining silent when you have nothing to say is not a recognized academic virtue.