I Do Not Like To Have People

For He Is Such A Disagreeable Man, That It Would Be Quite A Misfortune To Be Liked By Him.

I Cannot Help Thinking That It Is More Natural To Have Flowers Grow Out Of The Head Than Fruit.

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!

I Am No Longer Surprised At Your Knowing Only Six Accomplished Women. I Rather Wonder Now At Your Knowing Any.