My Altars Are The Mountains

My Native Land, Good Night!

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

In General I Do Not Draw Well With Literary Men -- Not That I Dislike Them But I Never Know What To Say To Them After I Have Praised Their Last Publication.

I Should Like To Know Who Has Been Carried Off, Except Poor Dear Me - I Have Been More Ravished Myself Than Anybody Since The Trojan War.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never