The Artist Beholds In Nature More Than

Love Has Nothing To Do With Good Reasons.

I Am Blackly Bored When They Are At Large And At Work; But Somehow I Am Still More Blackly Bored When They Are Shut Up In Holloway And We Are Deprived Of Them.

It Doesn't So Much Matter What You Do In Particular, So Long As You Have Your Life.

Sorrow Comes In Great Waves...but Rolls Over Us, And Though It May Almost Smother Us, It Leaves Us. And We Know That If It Is Strong, We Are Stronger, Inasmuch As It Passes And We Remain.

We Trust To Novels To Train Us In The Practice Of Great Indignations And Great Generosity.