Life Is An Empty Dream.

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build On The Human Heart.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

I Write From A Thorough Conviction That It Is The Duty Of Me, And With The Belief That, After Every Drawback And Shortcoming, I Do My Best, All Things Considered--that Is For Me, And, So Being, The Not Being Listened To By One Human Creature Would, I Hope, In Nowise Affect Me.