I May Forget My Dignity,

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

I Want To Appear Ordinary, But I Have It Understood That I Am Not.

Once I Find The Right Maxim To Apply, I Feel That I Have Done All That Can Be Expected Of Me.

Self-analysis Always Cheats.