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Words Are Less Needful To Sorrow Than To Joy.

As Soon As I Began, It Seemed Impossible To Write Fast Enough – I Wrote Faster Than I Would Write A Letter – Two Thousand To Three Thousand Words In A Morning, And I Cannot Help It.

A Small Step In A Good Direction.

Women Who Say It's Not O.k. Are [interpreted As] Wet Blankets Or Sore Losers.

You Have Five Seconds To Enjoy It And Then You Remember Who You Didn't Thank.