Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you.

No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.

as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.

Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.

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

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

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.