The Trade Of Authorship Is

We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page Of Our Life, But We Can Throw The Whole Book In The Fire.

Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than Novels Resemble Life.

O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And Thy Antidote.

Happiness Lies In The Consciousness We Have Of It.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.