Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius.

I'll Try And Be What He Loves To Call Me, 'a Little Woman,' And Not Be Rough And Wild, But Do My Duty Here Instead Of Wanting To Be Somewhere Else.

It Takes Very Little Fire To Make A Great Deal Of Smoke Nowadays, And Notoriety Is Not Real Glory.

Books Have Been My Greatest Comfort, Castle-building A Never-failing Delight, And Scribbling A Very Profitable Amusement.

Wouldn't It Be Fun If All The Castles In The Air Which We Make Could Come True And We Could Live In Them?

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations. I May Not Reach Them, But I Can Look Up And See Their Beauty, Believe In Them, And Try To Follow Where They Lead.