cleverness is a disease.
To me and my kind life itself is a story and we have to tell it in stories - that is the way it falls.
You must remember garden catalogues are as big liars as house-agents.
Drink very good tea out of a thin Wocester cup of colour between apricot and pink.
I loved Mr. Darcy far more than any of my own husbands.
If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.