True Knowledge Comes Only Through Suffering.

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End; And I Who Have Written Much In Prose And Verse For Others' Uses, Will Write Now For Mine,- Will Write My Story For My Better Self, As When You Paint Your Portrait For A Friend, Who Keeps It In A Drawer And Looks At It Long After He Has Ceased To Love You, Just To Hold Together What He Was And Is.