I Began To Be A Woman At

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

I've Never Made Plans For More Than A Day Ahead.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

Fame Is Indeed Beautiful And Benign And Gentle And Satisfying, But Happiness Is Something At Once Tender And Brilliant Beyond All Things.