It Is Always Sad To Leave A

Remembering The Ball Became For Emma A Daily Occupation. Every Time Wednesday Came Round, She Told Herself When She Woke Up: 'ah! One Week Ago...two Weeks Ago...three Weeks Ago, I Was There!' And, Little By Little, In Her Memory, The Faces All Blurred Together; She Forgot The Tunes Of The Quadrilles; No Longer Could She So Clearly Picture The Liveries And The Rooms; Some Details Disappeared, But The Yearning Remained.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!

Success As I See It Is A Result, Not A Goal.

One Must Always Hope When One Is Desperate, And Doubt When One Hopes.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.