We Have To Make Our Own Happiness,

I Was The Big, Bossy Older Sister, Full Of Enthusiasms, Mad Fantasies, Desperate Urges To Be Famous, And Anxious To Be A Saint - A Settled Sort Of Saint, Not One Who Might Have To Suffer Or Die For Her Faith.

I Couldn't Have Children, So That's The Bad Side. But Compared To Everything Else I Have, It's Not All That Terribly Bad. I Count My Winners Rather Than My Losers.

When I Was Younger, I Avoided Exercise Or Anything Strenuous. I Didn't Even Enjoy Walking. As I Got Older, I Spent So Much Time Marking Books Or Sitting At A Desk Writing That There Was No Room For Exercise - Not That I Would Have Bothered Anyway.

She Put Her Head Down On The Table And Cried All The Tears That She Knew She Should Have Cried In The Past Year And A Half. But They Weren't Ready Then, They Were Now.

I'm Particularly Fond Of Boned Chicken Breasts With A Little Garlic Under The Flesh And Cooked In A Casserole For 40 Minutes With A Jar Of Olives, Some Cherry Tomatoes And A Spoonful Of Olive Oil.