Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.