We are each the authors of our own lives, Emma. We live in what we have created. There is no way to shift the blame and no one else to accept the accolades.

Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.

We are each the authors of our own lives, Emma. We live in what we have created. There is no way to shift the blame and no one else to accept the accolades.

My dear girl, you must cultivate a taste for the finer things. Civilized pleasures give meaning to life.

She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.

Life was life. It happened. You never knew what was going to come at you. Or how you could defend yourself.

Always present yourself as a woman who expects to succeed.