Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

No One Connected Intimately With A Writer Has Any Appreciation Of His Temperament, Except To Think Him Overdoing Everything.

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

I Confess That Reading Proofs Is A Pleasure. It Stimulates And Inspires Me.

I See So Much More Than I Used To See. The Effect Has Been To Depress And Sadden And Hurt Me Terribly.