� It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now ...more � � Edith Wharton

� Érase una vez un molinero que tenía tres hi­jos, su molino, un asno y un gato. Los hijos tenían que moler, el asno tenía que llevar el grano y acarrear la harina y el gato tenía que cazar ratones. Cuando el molinero murió, los tres hijos se repartieron la herencia. El mayor heredó el molino, el segundo el asno y el tercero � � Jacob Grimm

� Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems. � � Virginia Woolf