I have not only labored solely for the benefit of others (receiving for myself a miserable pittance), but have been forced to model my thoughts at the will of men whose imbecility was evident to all but themselves

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused -- in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.