It May Be Roundly Asserted That Human

Most Writers - Poets In Especial - Prefer Having It Understood That They Compose By A Species Of Fine Frenzy - An Ecstatic Intuition - And Would Positively Shudder At Letting The Public Take A Peep Behind The Scenes.

That Man Is Not Truly Brave Who Is Afraid Either To Seem Or To Be, When It Suits Him, A Coward.

A Mystery, And A Dream, Should My Early Life Seem.

And I Fell Violently On My Face.

I Was Never Kinder To The Old Man Than During The Whole Week Before I Killed Him.