I Wished Critics Would Judge Me As

The Charm Of Variety There Was Not, Nor The Excitement Of Incident; But I Liked Peace So Well, And Sought Stimulus So Little, That When The Latter Came I Almost Felt It A Disturbance, And Rather Still Wished It Had Held Aloof.

To Talk To Each Other Is But A More Animated And An Audible Thinking.

A Ruffled Mind Makes A Restless Pillow.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

When We Are Struck At Without A Reason, We Should Strike Back Again Very Hard; I Am Sure We Should - So Hard As To Teach The Person Who Struck Us Never To Do It Again.