People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.

* To Know A Lot Of People I Love Pieces Of, And To Want To Synthesize Those Pieces In Me Somehow, Be It By Painting Or Writing. * To Know That Millions Of Others Are Unhappy And That Life Is A Gentleman's Agreement To Grin And Paint Your Face Gay So Others Will Feel They Are Silly To Be Unhappy, And Try To Catch The Contagion Of Joy, While Inside So Many Are Dying Of Bitterness And Unfulfillment.