Most Of Us Have Compromised With Life.

Having Lost Rhett, She Can Always Return To The Land - To Tara, To Soak Up Its Strength. . . . Tara! . . . Home. I'll Go Home, And I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back! After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day!

Dear Lord, I'm So Grateful I'm Still Loved.

My Parents Were French And Irish And Our Family Even Has Spanish Blood-and I Do So Love The United States And Consider Myself Part American.

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.

It's Much Easier To Make People Cry Than To Laugh.