My Dreams Are All Follies.

I Have Been The Victim Of Heartless Malice.

I Often Reread Books I Have Written

I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It

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.

It Is A Waste Of Money To Help Those Who Show No Desire To Help Themselves.