She Loved Him Absolutely, Perhaps For Half

It's Miles Worse For You Than That; I'm In Love With Your Gamekeeper.

One Is Certain Of Nothing But The Truth Of One's Own Emotions.

You Do Care A Little For Me, I Know... But Nothing To Speak Of, And You Don't Love Me. I Was Yours Once Till Death If You'd Cared To Keep Me, But I'm Someone Else's Now... And He's Mine In A Way That Shocks You, But Why Don't You Stop Being Shocked, And Attend To Your Own Happiness.

All Invitations Must Proceed From Heaven Perhaps; Perhaps It Is Futile For Men To Initiate Their Own Unity, They Do But Widen The Gulfs Between Them By The Attempt.

I Have Almost Completed A Long Novel, But It Is Unpublishable Until My Death And England's.