Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

I Hate Ordinary People!

Work Is Always My Salvation And I Will Celebrate It.

I Wish I Had No Heart, It Aches So.

The Fear Of Being An Old Maid Made Young Girls Rush Into Matrimony With A Recklessness That Astonishes.