What I Write Is Not For Little

To Extract Beauty From One's Own Milieu Is One Of The Most Difficult Tasks Of Art.

Yes I Have Loved, As No One On Earth Ever Loved, With An Insensate And Furious Love, So Violent That I Wonder It Did Not Break My Heart

The Pleasure In Traveling Consists Of The Obstacles, The Fatigue, And Even The Danger. What Charm Can Anyone Find In An Excursion When He Is Always Sure Of Reaching His Destination, Of Having Horses Ready Waiting For Him, A Soft Bed, An Excellent Supper, And All The Eases And Comfort He Can Enjoy In His Own Home! One Of The Great Misfortunes Of Modern Life Is The Want Of Any Sudden Surprise, And The Absence Of All Adventure. Everything Is So Well Arranged.

The Cat Makes Himself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Solitude, Melancholy And Toil.

White Men Should Exhibit The Same Insensibility To Moral Tortures That Red Men Do To Physical Torments.