What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant

I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.

Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.

No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.

Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.