To Forgive A Fault In Another Is

Butterflies Are But Flowers That Blew Away One Sunny Day When Nature Was Feeling At Her Most Inventive And Fertile.

Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than Novels Resemble Life.

My Strength Has Not Equaled My Mad Ambition. I Have Remained Obscure; I Have Done Worse -- I Have Touched Success, And Allowed It To Escape Me.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It Surprises Us And Alters Our Views.