I Suppose The Best Kind

Stew's So Comforting On A Rainy Day.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

I Believe It Is Customary To Get One's Washing Over First In Baths And Bask Afterwards; Personally, I Bask First. I Have Discovered That The First Few Minutes Are The Best And Not To Be Wasted-- My Brain Always Seethes With Ideas And Life Suddenly Looks Much Better Than Did.

Only Half A Page Left Now. Shall I Fill It With 'i Love You, I Love You'-- Like Father's Page Of Cats On The Mat? No. Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

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.