I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.
I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold
Oh, comfortable cocoa!
Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.