I Am Worn To A Raveling.

I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However Poor The Result, And When I Have A Bad Time Come Over Me It Is A Stronger Desire Than Ever.

The Shorter And The Plainer The Better.

This Is A Fierce Bad Rabbit; Look At His Savage Whiskers, And His Claws And His Turned-up Tail.

We Cannot Stay Home All Our Lives, We Must Present Ourselves To The World And We Must Look Upon It As An Adventure.

I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I Would Like To Go On With Them For Years.