I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.