I'm A Writer First And A Woman

To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept Everything: Joy.

I Am Poor - Obscure - Just Eighteen Years Of Age - With A Rapacious Appetite For Everything And Principles As Light As My Purse.

You Are A Queen. Let Mine Be The Joy Of Giving You Your Kingdom.

How Idiotic Civilization Is! Why Be Given A Body If You Have To Keep It Shut Up In A Case Like A Rare, Rare Fiddle?

Why! Why! Why Is The Middle-class So Stodgy - So Utterly Without A Sense Of Humor?