O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret

The soul that feeds on books alone --/ I count that soul exceeding small / That lives alone by book and creed, --/ A soul that has not learned to read.

I am my own woman.

A woman who has no way of expressing herself and of realizing herself as a full human being has nothing else to turn to but the owning of material things

A really plain woman is one who, however beautiful, neglects to charm

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.