She Had Always Been An Unashamed Reader

I Imagine The Proverb About Too Many Cooks Spoiling The Broth Can Be Applied To Writing As Well As Anything Else. The Poetical Or Literary Broth Is Better Cooked By One Person.

There Are No Sick People In North Oxford. They Are Either Dead Or Alive. It's Sometimes Difficult To Tell The Difference, That's All.

I Realised That One Might Love Him Secretly With No Hope Of Encouragement, Which Can Be Very Enjoyable For The Young Or Inexperienced.

It Was Odd How One Found Oneself Making Trivial Conversation On Important Occasions. Perhaps It Was Because One Could Not Say What Was Really In One's Mind.

I Pulled Myself Up And Told Myself To Stop These Ridiculous Thoughts, Wondering Why It Is That We Can Never Stop Trying To Analyse The Motives Of People Who Have No Personal Interest In Us, In The Vain Hope Of Finding That Perhaps They May Have Just A Little After All.