“God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts . Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be r…”

“My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. Letter to Samuel Bowles (August 1858 or 1859); Th…”

“I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur…”