Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.