The Human Race Is Not

'he Is Very Ugly,' Said His Mother.

I Will Ge Glad To Have Done With This Life Forever.

The Very Idea Of Carrying My Memory Into Eternity Devastated Me, And I Took Refuge In Atheism.

The American Insanity For Loving Everybody Is Ruining My Good Temper And Delivering My Stomach To Enormous Bouts With Acidity.

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.