And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise,

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

None Are So Desolate But Something Dear, Dearer Than Self, Possesses Or Possess'd A Thought, And Claims The Homage Of A Tear.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.