Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty, And On Woman Therefore I Have Exercised It.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

I Will But Confess The Sins Of My Green Cloak To My Grey Friar's Frock, And All Shall Be Well Again.