She Had A Certain Way Of Looking

Little By Little, Even With Other Cares, The Slowly But Surely Working Poison Of The Garden-mania Begins To Stir In My Long-sluggish Veins.

And Remember This, That If You've Been Hated, You've Also Been Loved.

You Must Save What You Can Of Your Life; You Musn't Lose It All Simply Because You've Lost A Part.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.

We Trust To Novels To Train Us In The Practice Of Great Indignations And Great Generosity.