I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes I Wonder If It Is Not Only Patience, But Also A Faint Resemblance To Cows.