He Who Angers You Conquers You.

As A Girl My Temper Often Got Out Of Bounds. But One Day When I Became Angry At A Friend Over Some Trivial Matter, My Mother Said To Me, Elizabeth, Anyone Who Angers You Conquers You.

Memories Do Not Always Behave In An Orderly Way, But Bloom, As It Were, Erratically.

I'd Like To Live Every Moment Of My Life, But Not A Moment After.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, I Thought Gratefully, Nature's Gentle Nurse.

The Record Of One's Life Must Needs Prove More Interesting To Him Who Writes It Than To Him Who Reads What Has Been Written.