Men Are Simpler Than You

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.

People Who Travel Are Always Fugitives.

I Wondered Why It Was That Places Are So Much Lovelier When One Is Alone.

Why, He Wondered, Should He Remember Her Suddenly, On Such A Day, Watching The Rain Falling On The Apple Trees?

The Peace Of Manderley. The Quietude And The Grace. Whoever Lived Within Its Walls, Whatever Trouble There Was And Strife, However Much Uneasiness And Pain, No Matter What Tears Were Shed, What Sorrows Borne, The Peace Of Manderley Could Not Be Broken Or The Loveliness Destroyed.