I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

It Taught Me To Hope, As I Had Scarcely Ever Allowed Myself To Hope Before.

Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once. Let There Be An End Of This Suspense. Fix, Commit, Condemn Yourself.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

Without Scheming To Do Wrong, Or To Make Others Unhappy, There May Be Error And There May Be Misery. Thoughtlessness, Want Of Attention To Other People's Feelings, And Want Of Resolution, Will Do The Business.