The Success Or Failure Of A Life,

You Must Remember That A Woman, By Nature, Needs Much Less To Feed Upon Than A Man, A Few Emotions And She Is Satisfied.

The Gain Isn't Counted To The Recluse And Inactive That, Having Nothing To Measure Themselves By And Never Being Tested By Failure, They Simmer And Soak Perpetually In Conscious Complacency.

How Fatally The Entire Want Of Humor Cripples The Mind.

Truly Nothing Is To Be Expected Except For The Unexpected.

If I Can Get On To My Sofa And Occupy Myself For Four Hours, At Intervals Through The Day, Scribbling My Notes, And Able To Read The Books That Belong To Me, In That They Clarify The Density, And Shape The Formless Mass Within, Life Seems Inconceivably Rich.