I Never Give My Real Self. I

I Have Read Of Women Who Have Been Strongly, Grandly Brave. Sometimes I Have Dreamed That I Might Be Brave. The Possibilities Of This Life Are Magnificent.

I Was Born To Be Alone, And I Always Shall Be But Now I Want To Be.

I Do Not Sing Nor Play, But I Adore Music, Particularly Chopin. I Like Him Because I Cannot Understand Him.

I Can Think Of Nothing In The World Like The Utter Littleness, The Paltriness, The Contemptibleness, The Degradation, Of The Woman Who Is Tied Down Under A Roof With A Man Who Is Really Nothing To Her; Who Wears The Man’s Name, Who Bears The Man’s Children — Who Plays The Virtuous Woman. . . . May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity — A Virtuous Woman.

The Art Of Good Eating Has Two Essential Points: One Must Eat Only When One Is Hungry, And One Must Take Small Bites.