The First Twenty Years Of My Life

Houses Are The Abiding Joys; They Are The Most Emotion-stirring Of All Things. An Automobile Is Regarded With Fond Affection, A Typewriter Becomes The Inseparable Companion, Clothes Can Stir Sentimentality, And The Bit Of Bric-a-brac Is A Toy One Would Weep To See Torn Away - But Houses Are Real, Deep, Emotional Things. How Much Excitement In The Cutting Of A Window, What Enormous Importance In The Angle Of A Roof!

It Was Not Seen That Woman's Place Was In The Home Until She Began To Go Out Of It; The Statement Was A Reply To An Unspoken Challenge, It Was Attempted Resistance To Irresistible Change.

An Old World Revolution Is Only A Movement Around A Motionless Center; It Never Breaks Out Of The Circle. Firm In The Center Is Belief In Authority.

Making The Best Of Things Is A Damn Poor Way Of Dealing With Them. My Life Has Been A Series Of Escapes From That Quicksand.

The First Twenty Years Of My Life Were Wasted. I Didn't Fit My Environment, And I Didn't Know Any Other.