Novelists Should Never Allow Themselves To Weary

Look Twice Before You Leap.

It Seems To Me, Monsieur, That There Is Nothing More Galling In Great Physical Misfortunes Than To Be Compelled To Make All Those About Us Share In Our Sufferings. The Ills Of The Soul One Can Hide, But Those Which Attack The Body And Destroy The Faculties Cannot Be Concealed.

I Had Not Intended To Love Him; The Reader Knows I Had Wrought Hard To Extirpate From My Soul The Germs Of Love There Detected; And Now, At The First Renewed View Of Him, They Spontaneously Revived, Great And Strong! He Made Me Love Him Without Looking At Me.

Men Judge Us By The Success Of Our Efforts. God Looks At The Efforts Themselves.

Shake Me Off, Then, Sir--push Me Away; For I'll Not Leave You Of My Own Accord.