Every line of the really great poets is filled with beautiful truth, and calls to all that is high and noble in the human.

Not a line of the great poets can be spared without impoverishing the world by that much." "I thought it was great," he said hesitatingly, "the little I read.

I had no idea he was such a--a scoundrel.

I guess that crops out in his other books." "There are many lines that could be spared from the book you were reading," she said, her voice primly firm and dogmatic.
"I must 'a' missed 'em," he announced.

"What I read was the real goods.
It was all lighted up an' shining, an' it shun right into me an' lighted me up inside, like the sun or a searchlight.