I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Category Archive: December 10
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
My friends are my estate.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.