Stew's So Comforting On A Rainy Day.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.

Just To Be In Love Seemed The Most Blissful Luxury I Had Ever Known. The Thought Came To Me That Perhaps It Is The Loving That Counts, Not The Being Loved In Return -- That Perhaps True Loving Can Never Know Anything But Happiness. For A Moment I Felt That I Had Discovered A Great Truth.

So Many Of The Loveliest Things In England Are Melancholy.

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.