Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mary.

I Had Build Up False Pictures In My Mind And Sat Before Them. I Had Never Had The Courage To Demand The Truth.

Men Are Simpler Than You Imagine My Sweet Child. But What Goes On In The Twisted, Tortuous Minds Of Women Would Baffle Anyone.

When She Smiled It Was As Though She Embraced The World.

I Have No Talent For Making New Friends, But Oh Such Genius For Fidelity To Old Ones.

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.