If Your Mind Isn't Open,

There Is No Sound So Terrible As A Man's Sorrow For His Own Death.

He Might Be A Man Without Character, But She Was A Woman Without Courage. Of The Two, Which Was Worse?

To Many Women Mistake A Man's Hostility For Wit And His Silence For Depth.

Happiness Is Seasonal, Like Anything Else

What Could Smell Better Than Supper Being Cooked By Someone Else?