If It Is A Woman's Function To

To Me There Is Something Completely And Satisfyingly Restful In That Stretch Of Sea And Sand, Sea And Sand And Sky - Complete Peace, Complete Fulfillment.

It Is Terribly Amusing How Many Different Climates Of Feelings One Can Go Through In One Day.

My Life Cannot Implement In Action The Demands Of All The People To Whom My Heart Responds.

Flowers Always Have It - Poise, Completion, Fulfillment, Perfection . . .

Woman Must Come Of Age By Herself. This Is The Essence Of 'coming Of Age'-to Learn How To Stand Alone. She Must Learn Not To Depend On Another, Nor To Feel She Must Prove Her Strength By Competing With Another. In The Past, She Has Swung Between These Two Opposite Poles Of Dependence And Competition, Of Victorianism And Feminism. Both Extremes Throw Her Off Balance; Neither Is The Center, The True Center Of Being A Whole Woman. She Must Find Her True Center Alone. She Must Become Whole.