I believe in living today. Not in yesterday, nor in tomorrow.

Of course it was Mamma who both stopped my career and crystallized my determination to resume it.

I was deaf and dumb and blind to all but me, myself and I.

Everything worthwhile, everything of any value, has its price. Everything anyone has ever wanted has come neatly wrapped up in its penalties.

I can't imagine dating a boy, meeting him only outside the home. What's a home and family for if it's not the center of one's life?

I couldn't bear it if anyone knew I had hardly any self-confidence at all.

I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .