Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear
Man has never been the same since God died.
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.