If You Love The Wrong People It's

Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust, You Will Never Be Free Of It.

Memory Is The Only Friend Of Grief.

For A Dyed-in-the-wool Author Nothing Is As Dead As A Book Once It Is Written. ... She Is Rather Like A Cat Whose Kittens Have Grown Up.

I Loved Mr. Darcy Far More Than Any Of My Own Husbands.

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.