Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.

When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written is good, nobody can hurt you; if what you have written is bad, nobody can help you.

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.