I Felt Weary Of The Responsibility Of

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.

I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am Old, I Take No Shame In So Saying.

The Sentimentalist Ages Far More Quickly Than The Person Who Loves His Work And Enjoys New Challenges.

Each Little Chapter Has Its Place.

Why In The World Would Anyone Want To Photograph An Old Woman Like Me?