Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

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.

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows.

The World Loves A Spice Of Wickedness.