Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.
To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.
Talented people almost always know full well the excellence that is in them.
I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.
Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.