Perhaps If I Make Myself

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

Everything In The Least Connected With Him Has Value For Me; If Someone Even Mentions His Name It Is Like A Little Present To Me-and I Long To Mention It Myself

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.

I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires Could Eat Anything Nicer Than New Bread And Real Butter And Honey For Tea.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.