Men Little Know When They

I Am (thank God) Constitutionally Superior To Reason.

Yes! The Books - The Generous Friends Who Met Me Without Suspicion - The Merciful Masters Who Never Used Me Ill! The Only Years Of My Life That I Can Look Back On With Something Like Pride... Early And Late, Through The Long Winter Nights And The Quiet Summer Days, I Drank At The Fountain Of Knowledge, And Never Wearied Of The Draught.

I Roused Myself From The Book Which I Was Dreaming Over Rather Than Reading, And Left My Chambers To Meet The Cool Night Air In The Suburbs.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything ... But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times ... The Roses Get It. I Began My Life Among Them In My Father's Nursery Garden, And I Shall End My Life Among Them, If I Can. Yes. One Of These Days (please God) I Shall Retire From Catching Thieves, And Try My Hand At Growing Roses.