“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”

“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.”

“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”

“I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”

“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”

“As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.”

“As in nature, all is ebb and tide, all is wave motion, so it seems that in all branches of industry, alternating currents - electric wave motion - will have the sway.”