author and literary critic. Nicknamed "The Dean of American Letters", he was particularly known for his tenure as editor of the Atlantic Monthly as well as his own writings, including the Christmas story "Christmas Every Day" and the novel The Rise of Silas Lapham
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Born in Martins Ferry, Ohio
, originally Martinsville, to William Cooper and Mary Dean Howells, Howells was the second of eight children.
Lord, for the erring thoughtNot into evil wrought:Lord, for the wicked willBetrayed and baffled still:For the heart from itself kept,Our thanksgiving accept.
And before you know me goneEternity and I are one.
Her mouth is a honey-blossom,No doubt, as the poet sings;But within her lips, the petals,Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion;See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.
The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.