Turn On Its Noiseless Hinges, Delicate Sleep!

Come Watch With Me The Shaft Of Fire That Glows In Yonder West; The Fair, Frail Palaces, The Fading Alps And Archipelagoes And Great Cloud Continents Of Sunset-seas.

O Liberty...! Is It Well To Leave The Gates Unguarded?

My Father Invested His Money So Securely In The Banking Business That He Was Never Able To Get Any Of It Out Again.

Great Orators Who Are Not Also Great Writers Become Very Indistinct Shadows To The Generations Following Them. The Spell Vanishes With The Voice.

What Is Lovely Never Dies, But Passes Into Other Loveliness, Star-dust, Or Sea-foam, Flower Or Winged Air.