Two Souls Dwell, Alas! In My Breast.

What Is Hardest Of All? That Which Seems Most Simple: To See With Your Eyes What Is Before Your Eyes.

Publishers Are All Cohorts Of The Devil; There Must Be A Special Hell For Them Somewhere.

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Wisdom Is Only Found In Truth.

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.