Some day you shall let me hear them; won't you?
And I will read you some of my own.

But mine are in the savage vein, a mere railing against the universe, altogether too furious to be anything like poetry; I know that well enough.

I have long since made up my mind to stick to prose; it is the true medium for a polemical egotist.

I want to find some new form of satire; I feel capabilities that way which shall by no means rust unused.

It has pleased Heaven to give me a splenetic disposition, and some day or other I shall find the tongue." It was midnight before Julian rose to leave, and he was surprised when he discovered how time had flown.