Gossip Lies Nine Times And

[anne, Commenting On City Life] "i Think I Would Probably Come To The Conclusion That I'd Like It For A While... But In The End, I'd Still Prefer The Sound Of The Wind In The Firs Across The Brook More Than The Tinkling Of Crystal.

She Looked Like A Head-on Collision Between A Fashion Plate And A Nightmare.

It Doesn't Take Long To Stay An Hour.

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

The Little Things Of Life, Sweet And Excellent In Their Place, Must Not Be The Things Lived For; The Highest Must Be Sought And Followed; The Life Of Heaven Must Be Begun Here On Earth.