The Stitch Of A Book

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.

Of Course One Never Knows In Draft If It's Going To Turn Out, Even With My Age And Experience.

I Loved Mr. Darcy Far More Than Any Of My Own Husbands.

In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

You Can Be A Nuisance To Your Family. You Mustn't Be A Nuisance To Your Friends.