I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .
Your hands, your eyes, your voice, your thoughts are your servants.
I'm not sure the public knows what it wants.
A beguiling lady doesn't take after the swarm. She is herself.
I'd lived by quotations, practically all my life.
I was a very wanting child.