You Must Be More Gentle, Dear, More

Until You've Lost Your Reputation, You Never Realize What A Burden It Was.

She Could See So Clearly Now That He Was Only A Childish Fancy, No More Important Really Than Her Spoiled Desire For The Aquamarine Earbobs She Had Coaxed Out Of Gerald. For, Once She Owned The Earbobs, They Had Lost Their Value, As Everything Except Money Lost Its Value Once It Was Hers.

Now You Are Beginning To Think For Yourself Instead Of Letting Others Think For You. That’s The Beginning Of Wisdom.

Sometimes Frank Sighed, Thinking He Had Caught A Tropic Bird, All Flame And Jewel Color, When A Wren Would Have Served Him Just As Well. In Fact, Much Better.

She Couldn't Survey The Wreck Of The World With An Air Of Casual Unconcern.