I For One Don't Want

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

I Want To Do Something Splendid… Something Heroic Or Wonderful That Won’t Be Forgotten After I’m Dead… I Think I Shall Write Books.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

We've Got Minds And Souls As Well As Hearts; Ambition And Talents As Well As Beauty And Accomplishments; And We Want To Live And Learn As Well As Love And Be Loved. I'm Sick Of Being Told That Is All A Woman Is Fit For! I Won't Have Anything To Do With Love Until I Prove That I Am Something Beside A Housekeeper And A Baby-tender!

…she Rejoiced As Only Mothers Can In The Good Fortunes Of Their Children.