“I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two edit…” — Carl Sandburg

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.