While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed!

I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery.

The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely wills and works for itself.

For a long time the fear of seeming singular scared me away; but by degrees, as people became accustomed to me and my habits, and to such shadows of peculiarity as were engrained in my nature - shades, certainly not striking enough to interest, and perhaps not prominent enough to offend, but born in and with me, and no more to be parted with than my identity - but slow degrees I became a frequenter of this straight narrow path.

Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.