A Feeling Of Sadness And Longing, That

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.

I Am Never Indifferent, And Never Pretend To Be, To What People Say Or Think Of My Books. They Are My Children, And I Like To Have Them Liked.

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

Dost Thou Know What A Hero Is? Why, A Hero Is As Much As One Should Say, A Hero.

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.