Daydreams Are The Delusions Of The Devil.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

Give Him Enough Rope And He Will Hang Himself.

My Home Is Humble And Unattractive To Strangers, But To Me It Contains What I Shall Find Nowhere Else In The World - The ... Affection Which Brothers And Sisters Feel For Each Other.

They Will Both Be Happy, And I Do Not Grudge Them Their Bliss; But I Groan Under My Own Misery: Some Of My Suffering Is Very Acute. Truly, I Ought Not To Have Been Born: They Should Have Smothered Me At First Cry.

I Wished Critics Would Judge Me As An Author, Not As A Woman.