I Don't Know If I Believe In

Cleverness Is A Disease.

As One Gets Older Being Sad And Miserable Can Become A Bit Of A Habit. To Counteract This, She Suggests Making A Point Of Savoring Such Things As The Tastiness Of A Piece Of Fruit, Or Other Small Things We Might Have Been Prone To Overlook During Our Younger, Busier Days.

It Is An Anxious, Sometimes A Dangerous Thing To Be A Doll. Dolls Cannot Choose; They Can Only Be Chosen; They Cannot 'do'; They Can Only Be Done By.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.

I Suppose The More You Have To Do, The More You Learn To Organize And Concentrate-or Else Get Fragmented Into Bits. I Have Learned To Use My 'ten Minutes'. I Once Thought It Was Not Worth Sitting Down For A Time As Short As That; Now I Know Differently And, If I Have Ten Minutes, I Use Them, Even If They Bring Only Two Lines, And It Keeps The Book Alive.