After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
It is [every woman’s] right to ignore the dictates of fashion and dress in a manner that is becoming to her own character and personality.
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?