Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.
How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.