Will I Return To England?

Anyone Who Limits Her Vision To Memories Of Yesterday Is Already Dead.

My Agent Tells Me I Am Drawing The Largest Salary Ever Paid In The Halls Of England. Wonderful, Isn't It? For A Quiet, Rural Gardener Like Myself.

Sympathy Is Charming, But It Does Not Make Up For Pain.

After Being So Bad I Could Hear The Angels Singing.

My Husband Is A General's Chauffeur Somewhere In France