I Was Born 'neath A Clouded Star.

The Language Of The Face Is Not Taught By The Schools; It Is Intuitive, And To The Observant Is Always Legible.

The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston Life.

The Broken Eggshell Of A Civilization Which Time Has Hatched And Devoured.

My Children Are Babies And My Husband Has Scarcely Half An Hour In 24 To Give Me.

When I Behold The Passion For Ornamentation, And The Corresponding Power, I Feel As If Women Had So Far Shown What They Are Bad For, Rather Than What They Are Good For.