Last came, and last did go, / The Pilot of the Galilean lake, / Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain, / (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

Oft he seems to hide his face, / But unexpectedly returns / And to his faithful champion hath in place / Bore witness gloriously.

You have conquered, Galilean

Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat.
- Notebook, 1894

When I say toxic, I mean it, because these sites are filled with heavy metals that cause nearby watersheds and groundwater to be filled with mine drainage.

The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying.