Poor Soul, She Always Knew Everything About

It Was Less Humiliating To Admit Crying Because Of Your Feet Than Because - Because Somebody Had Been Amusing Himself With You And Your Friends Had Forgotten You, And Other People Patronised You.

When One Great Passion Seizes Possession Of The Soul All Other Feelings Are Crowded Out.

There Was Something In Her Movements That Made You Think She Never Walked But Always Danced.

She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humour - Which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.