I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.

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

Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet. "Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss," concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. "I'll never make it, I guess." Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.

No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me ... I want someone to need me.

Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?

Because the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination.

'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.'