Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.