I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!
I soon forgot storm in music.
You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.
I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.