Life Itself Is Always Pulling You Away

I Want To Be Pure In Heart -- But I Like To Wear My Purple Dress.

Cut Asparagus At Night - In Desperation. When One Is Very Tired One Always Does One More Thing.

The Intellectual Is Constantly Betrayed By His Vanity. Godlike He Blandly Assumes That He Can Express Everything In Words; Whereas The Things One Loves, Lives, And Dies For Are Not, In The Last Analysis Completely Expressible In Words.

I Am Most Anxious To Give My Own Children Enough Love And Understanding So That They Won't Grow Up With An Aching Void In Them--like You And I And Harold And Martha. That Can Never Be Filled, And One Goes Around All One's Life Trying, Trying To Make Up For What One Didn't Get That Was One's Birthright, Asking The Wrong People For It.

If It Is A Woman's Function To Give, She Must Be Replenished, Too.