1819 – 1892 • American • Poet
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
The real war will never get in the books.
Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
