Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I

I Am Angry Nearly Every Day Of My Life, But I Have Learned Not To Show It; And I Still Try To Hope Not To Feel It, Though It May Take Me Another Forty Years To Do It.

Oft In The Silence Of The Night, When The Lonely Moon Rides High, When Wintry Winds Are Whistling, And We Hear The Owl's Shrill Cry, In The Quiet, Dusky Chamber, By The Flickering Firelight, Rising Up Between Two Sleepers, Comes A Spirit All In White.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

…marriage, They Say, Halves One's Rights And Doubles One's Duties.

Oh, Jo, How Could You? Your One Beauty.