One Need Not Be A Chamber To

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

I Dwell In Possiblities.

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

I Would Paint A Portrait Which Would Bring The Tears, Had I Canvas For It, And The Scene Should Be -- Solitude, And The Figures -- Solitude -- And The Lights And Shades, Each A Solitude.