If I Did Not Publish This Autobiography

I Am Myself And I Am Here.

Words There Is No Good Father, That's The Rule. Don't Lay The Blame On Men But On The Bond Of Paternity, Which Is Rotten. To Beget Children, Nothing Better; To Have Them, What Iniquity!

We Cannot Withdraw Our Cards From The Game. Were We As Silent And Mute As Stones, Our Very Passivity Would Be An Act.

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.