The Air Was Full Of Spices... A

You See, Now That Trials Have Come, They Have Shown That I Am Not A Nice Child. I Was Afraid They Would. Perhaps... That Is What They Were Sent For... I Suppose There Might Be Good In Things, Even If We Don't See It.

Whatever Comes Cannot Alter One Thing.

When The Day Comes That I Kneel By Your Bedside And See Your Eyes Close, Or You Kneel By Mine, It Must Be That The One Who Waits Behind Shall Know The Parting Is Not All.

She Did Not Care Very Much For Other Little Girls, But If She Had Plenty Of Books She Could Console Herself.

There Is Naught A Man Or Woman Can Not Learn Who Hath The Wit.