“I wish I were half as smart as I think I am.”
“Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?”
“It's not just that I'm stupid; it's that I'm just smart enough to know how stupid I am. I wish I weren't so stupid. Or that I were stupider.”
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.”
“It’s not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness.”
“So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.”