Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

For the prevision is allied Unto the thing so signified; Or say, the foresight that awaits Is the same Genius that creates.