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

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.

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.

I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.

I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."

Death devours all lovely things.