Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny.

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

But This I Know; The Writer Who Possesses The Creative Gift Owns Something Of Which He Is Not Always Master--something That At Times Strangely Wills And Works For Itself. He May Lay Down Rules And Devise Principles, And To Rules And Principles It Will Perhaps For Years Lie In Subjection; And Then, Haply Without Any Warning Of Revolt, There Comes A Time When It Will No Longer Consent.

Such Is The Imperfect Nature Of Man! Such Spots Are There On The Disc Of The Clearest Planet; And Eyes Like Miss Scatcherd's Can Only See Those Minute Defects, And Are Blind To The Full Brightness Of The Orb.

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.