American Mind A Wilderness Of Opportunities.

He, Who Loves The Bristle Of Bayonets, Only Sees In Their Glitter What Beforehand He Feels In His Hand.

The Writer Is An Explorer. Every Step Is An Advance Into A New Land.

With The Past, I Have Nothing To Do; Nor With The Future. I Live Now.

Not In Nature But In Man Is All The Beauty And Worth He Sees. The World Is Very Empty, And Is Indebted To This Gilding, Exalting Soul For All Its Pride.

The Nobler The Truth Or Sentiment, The Less Imports The Question Of Authorship.