Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

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.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?