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The Face Of Nature And Civilization In This Our Country Is To A Certain Point A Very Sufficient Literary Field. But It Will Yield Its Secrets Only To A Really Grasping Imagination. To Write Well And Worthily Of American Things One Need Even More Than Elsewhere To Be A Master.

It's Never Permitted To Be Surprised At The Aberrations Of Born Fools.

We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.

We Work In The Dark -- We Do What We Can -- We Give What We Have.

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.