The World Is Like A Little Marsh

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

I Was Born To Be Alone, And I Always Shall Be But Now I Want To Be.

My Intention To Lecture Is As Vague As My Intention Is To Go On The Stage. I Will Never Consider An Offer To Lecture, Not Because I Despise The Vocation, But Because I Have No Desire To Appear On The Public Rostrum.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.