I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.