I Don't Advise Any One To Take

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Look Back On My Life Like A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Am Satisfied With It.

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday, As I Have Thought Of It, As I Remember All The Things From Childhood On Through The Years, Good Ones And Unpleasant Ones, That Is How They Come Out And That Is How We Have To Take Them.

If I Hadn't Started Painting, I Would Have Raised Chickens.

Even Now / I Am Not Old. / I Never Think Of It, And Yet / I Am A Grandmother To Eleven Grandchildren.