O Heart! Love Is Thy

Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That Life Contains Of Sorrow And Of Joy.

Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

He Who Draws Noble Delights From Sentiments Of Poetry Is A True Poet, Though He Has Never Written A Line In All His Life.

You See What Stupid Folk My Publishers Are; But They Are All Alike.

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.