Sympathy Is Charming, But It Does Not

I Am Happy As Happiness Goes, For A Woman Who Has So Many Memories And Who Lives The Lonely Life Of An Actress

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.

I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am Old, I Take No Shame In So Saying.

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.

Sympathy Is Charming, But It Does Not Make Up For Pain.