If I Could Have Two Things In

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind.

Life Has No Friend.

This Book, When I Am Dead, Will Be A Little Faint Perfume Of Me. People Who Knew Me Well Will Say, She Really Used To Think That Way.

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.