Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

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.

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.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.