Even As A Child She Had Lived

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

She's Got Some Sort Of Notion In Her Head Concerning The Eternal Rights Of Women.

She Turned Her Face Seaward To Gather In An Impression Of Space And Solitude, Which The Vast Expanse Of Water, Meeting And Melting With The Moonlit Sky, Conveyed To Her Excited Fancy. As She Swam She Seemed To Be Reaching Out For The Unlimited In Which To Lose Herself.

I Don't Mind Walking. I Always Feel So Sorry For Women Who Don't Like To Walk; They Miss So Much--so Many Rare Little Glimpses Of Life; And We Women Learn So Little Of Life On The Whole.

We Shall Be Everything To Each Other. Nothing Else In The World Is Of Any Consequence.