I've Never Made Plans For More Than

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

I Want To Write Such Things As Compel The Admiring Acclamation Of The World At Large, Such Things As Are Written But Once In Years, Things Subtle But Distinctly Different From The Books Written Every Day.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

Do You Think A Man Is The Only Creature With Whom One May Fall In Love?