Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.

I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.