...the Agony Of My Soul Found Vent

I Became Insane, With Long Intervals Of Horrible Sanity.

The Bostonians Are Really, As A Race, Far Inferior In Point Of Anything Beyond Mere Intellect To Any Other Set Upon The Continent Of North America. They Are Decidedly The Most Servile Imitators Of The English It Is Possible To Conceive.

There Are Some Secrets Which Do Not Permit Themselves To Be Told.

No Pictorial Or Sculptural Combinations Of Points Of Human Loveliness, Do More Than Approach The Living And Breathing Human Beauty As It Gladdens Our Daily Path.

How Many Good Books Suffer Neglect Through The Inefficiency Of Their Beginnings!