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Love, To Her, Was Something Hat Comes Suddenly, Like A Blinding Flash Of Lightening - A Heaven-sent Storm Hurled Into Life, Uprooting It, Sweeping Every Will Before It Like A Leaf, Engulfing All Feelings.

The Principal Thing In This World Is To Keep One's Soul Aloft.

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.

One Arrives At Style Only With Atrocious Effort, With Fanatical And Devoted Stubbornness.

In Her Enthusiasms She Had Always Looked For Something Tangible: She Had Always Loved Church For Its Flowers, Music For Its Romantic Words, Literature For Its Power To Stir The Passions And She Rebelled Before The Mysteries Of Faith Just As She Grew Ever More Restive Under Discipline, Which Was Antipathetic To Her Nature.