A Bad Workman Blames His Tools.

I Am Glad It Cannot Happen Twice, The Fever Of First Love. For It Is A Fever, And A Burden, Too, Whatever The Poets May Say.

When She Smiled It Was As Though She Embraced The World.

I Wondered Why It Was That Places Are So Much Lovelier When One Is Alone.

Come And See Us If You Feel Like It,' She Said. 'i Always Expect People To Ask Themselves. Life Is Too Short To Send Out Invitations.

She Knew That This Was Happiness, This Was Living As She Had Always Wished To Live.