Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

This Is An Evening Of Wonders, Indeed!

I Have Made Myself Two Or Three Caps To Wear Of Evenings Since I Came Home, And They Save Me A World Of Torment As To Hair-dressing, Which At Present Gives Me No Trouble Beyond Washing And Brushing, For My Long Hair Is Always Plaited Up Out Of Sight, And My Short Hair Curls Well Enough To Want No Papering.

It Is Very Difficult For The Prosperous To Be Humble.

All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex ... Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or Hope Is Gone.