Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse Borne Away With Every Breath! Misplaced Upon The Throne Misplaced In Life. I Know Not What I Could Have Been, But Feel I Am Not What I Should Be Let It End.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.