My Heart Swelled With Uncontrollable Delight.

If Only The Bird With The Loveliest Song Sang, The Forest Would Be A Lonely Place.

If I Can Procure Three Hundred Good Substantial Names Of Persons, Or Bodies, Or Institutions, I Cannot Fail To Do Well For My Family, Although I Must Abandon My Life To Its Success, And Undergo Many Sad Perplexities And Perhaps Never See Again My Own Beloved America.

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

When The Bird And The Book Disagree, Believe The Bird.

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.