“You are my Muse..."~I Belong to You (Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix)”
“Caligula wished that the Roman people had but one neck that he might cut it off, and as I read this letter I am afraid that for a moment I was capable of wishing the same thing concerning the laboring class of America.”
“Hi," I said. "I'm the last of the Brontë sisters.”
“I have to go," I say, "I am baking a cake.”
“I have no clan, nor any rank. I am unique.”
“I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improblable dreams.”