Despair And Genius Are Too

In General I Do Not Draw Well With Literary Men -- Not That I Dislike Them But I Never Know What To Say To Them After I Have Praised Their Last Publication.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Oh, Nature's Noblest Gift, My Grey Goose Quill, Slave Of My Thoughts, Obedient To My Will, Torn From The Parent Bird To Form A Pen, That Mighty Instrument Of Little Men.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.