I'm Riding You With A

I'm Tempting You With Fine Gifts Until Your Girlish Ideals Are Quite Worn Away And You Are At My Mercy.

I Will Think About That Tomorrow!

And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And Harder To Make, And Finally Impossible.

Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.

All You Have Done Is To Be Different From Other Women And You Have Made A Little Success Of It. This Is Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. The Mere Fact That You Have Succeed To Run The Mill Is An Insult To Everyman Who Hasn't Succeed.