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.

October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

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

It is only your habitual late riser who takes in the full flavor of Nature at those rare intervals when he gets up to go afishing. He brings virginal emotions and unsatiated eyes to the sparkling freshness of earth and stream and sky.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

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

The possession of gold has ruined fewer men than the lack of it.