There is but one art, to omit! Oh, if I knew how to omit I would ask no other knowledge. A man who knows how to omit would make an Iliad of a daily paper.

One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.

By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.

You can kill the body, but not the spirit.

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.

The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. - Rain

Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.