Years Do Not Always Make Age.

We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page Of Our Life, But We Can Throw The Whole Book In The Fire.

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

Vanity Is The Most Despotic And Iniquitous Of Masters, And I Can Never Be The Slave Of My Own Vices.

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.