Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.

These Critics Who Crucify Me Do Not Guess The Littlest Part Of My Sincerity. They Must Be Burned In A Blaze. I Cannot Learn From Them.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.