I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed

We Think-although Of Course, Now, We Very Seldom Clearly Think- That The Other Side Of War Is Peace.

The Young Are So Old, They Are Born With Their Fingers Crossed.

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.

I Am Glad That I Paid So Little Attention To Good Advice; Had I Abided By It I Might Have Been Saved From Some Of My Most Valuable Mistakes.

Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing Old Is Dying Young.