She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

As long as one can suffer, one is living....live and suffer until life is gone.

Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.

Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.