Except In This Ignorant And Material Century,

Habits Of Literary Composition Are Perfectly Familiar To Me. One Of The Rarest Of All The Intellectual Accomplishments That A Man Can Possess Is The Grand Faculty Of Arranging His Ideas. Immense Privilege! I Possess It. Do You?

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 Began My Life Among Them In My Father's Nursery Garden, And I Shall End My Life Among Them, If I Can. Yes. One Of These Days (please God) I Shall Retire From Catching Thieves, And Try My Hand At Growing Roses.

Some Of Us Rush Through Life, And Some Of Us Saunter Through Life. Mrs Vesey Sat Through Life.

The Woman Who First Gives Life, Light, And Form To Our Shadowy Conceptions Of Beauty, Fills A Void In Our Spiritual Nature That Has Remained Unknown To Us Till She Appeared.

No Sensible Man Ever Engages, Unprepared, In A Fencing Match Of Words With A Woman.