...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

Leave my loneliness unbroken

A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The tints of the green carpet deepened; and when, one by one, the white daisies shrank away, there sprang up, in place of them, ten by ten of the ruby-red asphodel. And life arose in our paths; for the tall flamingo hitherto unseen, with all gay glowing birds, flaunted his scarlet plumage before us. The golden and silver fish haunted the river.

In spite of the air of fablethe public were still not at all disposed to receive it as fable. I thence concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of such a nature as to carry with them sufficient evidence of their own authenticity.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.