<p>This book$$$ when I am dead$$$ will be<br />
A little faint perfume of me.<br />
People who knew me well will say$$$<br />
She really used to think that way.</p>

<p>The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.</p>

<p>Pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.</p>

<p>Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.</p>

<p>Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life.</p>

<p>I suppose she's just dying of living -- that's the one infection that strikes us all down$$$ sooner or later.</p>

<p>If you wait$$$ all that happens is that you get older.</p>

<p>If people knew the story of their lives$$$ how many would then elect to live them?</p>

<p>I have no enemies. I don't permit such a thing.</p>

<p>Keep a little fire burning; however small$$$ however hidden.</p>