It's a very American trait, this wanting people to think well of us. It's a young want, and I am ashamed of it in myself. I am not always a good daughter, even though my lacks are in areas different from her complaints. Haven't I learned yet that the desire to be perfect is always disastrous and, at the least, loses me in the mire of false guilt?

You learn to write by doing it.

You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

People become trustworthy when they are trusted.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

wherever there's laughter, there is heaven