Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.

[Politeness costs nothing.]. . . . Nothing, that is to him that shows it; but it often costs the world very dear.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

I have been an 'Official' all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity.

Scarcely a tear to shed;Hardly a word to say;The end of a Summer's day;Sweet Love is dead.