Men Ruin Themselves Headlong For Unworthy Women.

I Have Always Held The Old-fashioned Opinion That The Primary Object Of Work Of Fiction Should Be To Tell A Story.

We Neither Know Nor Judge Ourselves; Others May Judge, But Cannot Know Us. God Alone Judges And Knows Us.

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything. But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times The Roses Get It.

I Sadly Want A Reform In The Construction Of Children. Nature's Only Idea Seems To Be To Make Them Machines For The Production Of Incessant Noise.