I Loved Mr. Darcy Far More Than

I Don't Know If I Believe In God, But I Know I Believe In The Devil. I Have Met Him.

As One Gets Older Being Sad And Miserable Can Become A Bit Of A Habit. To Counteract This, She Suggests Making A Point Of Savoring Such Things As The Tastiness Of A Piece Of Fruit, Or Other Small Things We Might Have Been Prone To Overlook During Our Younger, Busier Days.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.

Memory Is The Only Friend Of Grief.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.