In Poor Rosamond's Mind There

I Think I Should Have No Other Mortal Wants, If I Could Always Have Plenty Of Music.

Our Deeds Are Fetters That We Forge Ourselves.

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.

I Don't Want The World To Give Me Anything For My Books Except Money Enough To Save Me From The Temptation To Write Only For Money.

Mankind Is Not Disposed To Look Narrowly Into The Conduct Of Great Victors When Their Victory Is On The Right Side.