All Autobiography Is Self-indulgent.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

A Bad Workman Blames His Tools.

The Peace Of Manderley. The Quietude And The Grace. Whoever Lived Within Its Walls, Whatever Trouble There Was And Strife, However Much Uneasiness And Pain, No Matter What Tears Were Shed, What Sorrows Borne, The Peace Of Manderley Could Not Be Broken Or The Loveliness Destroyed.

But Luxury Has Never Appealed To Me, I Like Simple Things, Books, Being Alone, Or With Somebody Who Understands.

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.