There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Read this and thought of you: Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. ~ Edgar Allen Poe

Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied,- "If you seek for Eldorado.

For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.

How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust