But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.

The word book acted as a transient stimulus

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.

Everyone else is just cocktails.

Make my happiness--I will make yours.

I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.

flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.