Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.
The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.
Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
Writing can come naturally to some. Still, when it comes to good writing, this is true: Easy reading is damn hard writing.