I Know That I Have

Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

The World Will Know And Understand Me Someday. But If That Day Does Not Arrive, It Does Not Greatly Matter. I Shall Have Opened The Way For Other Women.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

Simplicity, A Delicate Silence About Oneself, Increases Their Worth And Makes One Love Those Whom One Admires.

Admiration And Familiarity Are Strangers.