“I have nothing but myself to write about, no facts, no theories, no opinions, no adventures, no sentiments, nothing but my own poor barren individualism, of considerable interest to me, but I do not know why I should presume it will be so to you. Egotism is not tiresome, or it ought not to be, if one is sincere about oneself; but it is so hard to be sincere. Well, never mind, I mean to be, and you know me well enough to see through me when I am humbugging.” IfsKnowsShouldWritingMindWellsMeanHardEnoughFactsInterestMy OwnPoorOpinionAdventureTheoryOughtOneselfSincereSentimentsIndividualismKnow MeEgotismBarrenTiresome Book:The Nemesis of Faith Source: The Nemesis of Faith
“once, when I was a young lady and on a night express ... I was awakened by a man coming in from the corridor and taking hold of my leg ... Quite as much to my own astonishment as his, I uttered the most appalling growl that ever came out of a tigress. He fled, poor man, without a word: and I lay there, trembling slightly, not at my escape but at my potentialities.” MenYoungNightMy OwnPoorConfidenceLaysLegsAwakenedTremblingPoor ManAstonishmentCorridorsYoung LadiesTigress Author:Sylvia Townsend Warner
“Poor dusky children of slavery, men and women of my own race-the transition from slavery to freedom was too sudden for you! The bright dreams were too rudely dispelled; you were not prepared for the new life that opened before you, and the great masses of the North learned to look upon your helplessness with indifference-learned to speak of you as an idle, dependent race. Reason should have prompted kinder thoughts. Charity is ever kind.” MenShouldLooksKindChildrenReasonDreamSpeakMy OwnPoorRaceMassMen And WomenShould HaveSlaveryPreparedCharityIndifferenceLook UpDependentTransitionIdleNew LifeHelplessnessKinder Book:Behind the Scenes: Or, Thirty Years a Slave and Four Years in the White House Source: Behind the Scenes: Or, Thirty Years a Slave and Four Years in the White House
“On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.” PlayHappinessMy OwnPoorDogGreenLadHarpsTraysBlitheShannon Author:Thomas Campbell