I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand

Isn't Life,' She Stammered, 'isn't Life--' But What Life Was She Couldn't Explain. No Matter. He Quite Understood. 'isn't It, Darling?' Said Laurie.

If You Wish To Live, You Must First Attend Your Own Funeral.

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.

Roses Are The Only Flowers At Garden-parties; The Only Flowers That Everybody Is Certain Of Knowing.

Why It Should Be Such An Effort To Write To The People One Loves I Can't Imagine. It's None At All To Write To Those Who Don't Really Count.