Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!