If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own -- the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple -- a few plain words -- My Heart Laid Bare. But -- this little book must be true to its title.

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel