She Was Incurably Dishonest.

Don't Forget Who You Are And Where You Come From.

At Fifteen You Had The Radiance Of Early Morning, At Twenty You Will Begin To Have The Melancholy Brilliance Of The Moon.

I Wasn't Actually In Love, But I Felt A Sort Of Tender Curiosity.

They Had Never Been Closer In Their Month Of Love, Nor Communicated More Profoundly One With Another, Than When She Brushed Silent Lips Against His Coat's Shoulder Or When He Touched The End Of Her Fingers, Gently, As Though She Were Asleep.

Nothing Is As Obnoxious As Other People's Luck.