I Shall Attack Chemistry, Like A Shark.

Swiftly, Swiftly Flew The Ship, Yet She Sailed Softly Too: Sweetly, Sweetly Blew The Breeze - On Me Alone It Blew.

Genius Of The Highest Kind Implies An Unusual Intensity Of The Modifying Power.

Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A Motiveless Malignity - How Awful It Is!

Memory, Bosom-spring Of Joy.

With No Other Privilege Than That Of Sympathy And Sincere Good Wishes, I Would Address An Affectionate Exhortation To The Youthful Literati, Grounded On My Own Experience. It Will Be But Short; For The Beginning, Middle, And End Converge To One Charge: Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.