I'm A Writer First And

I Am Poor - Obscure - Just Eighteen Years Of Age - With A Rapacious Appetite For Everything And Principles As Light As My Purse.

My Love For You Tonight Is So Deep And Tender That It Seems To Be Outside Myself As Well.

Every Time One Leaves Anywhere, Something Precious, Which Ought Not To Be Killed, Is Left To Die.

There Is No Feeling To Be Compared With The Feeling Of Having Written And Finished A Story.

To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept Everything: Joy.