It is the curse of a certain order of mind, that it can never rest satisfied with the consciousness of its ability to do a thing.Still less is it content with doing it. It must both know and show how it was done.

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?