Do let him read the papers. But not while you accusingly tiptoe around the room, or perch much like a silent bird of prey on the edge of your most uncomfortable chair. (He will read them anyway, and he should read them, so let him choose his own good time.) Don't make a big exit. Just go. But kiss him quickly, before you go, otherwise he might think you are angry; he is used to suspecting he is doing something wrong.

On Becoming a 'Lady': What every mother wants her daughter to be.

Tenderness is greater proof of love than the most passionate of vows.

There comes a time when suddenly you realize that laughter is something you remember and that you were the one laughing.

You can't live without illusions, even if you must fight for them.

Love for the joy of loving, and not for the offerings of someone else's heart.

What remains is solitude.