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Some Women Love Only What They Can Hold In Their Arms; Others, Only What They Can't.

Many Of Us Are Equal To Life's Emergencies Who Cannot Bear Its Day-after-dayness.

The Death Of Someone We Know Always Reminds Us That We Are Still Alive - Perhaps For Some Purpose Which We Ought To Re-examine.

Youth Is Not Enough. And Love Is Not Enough. And Success Is Not Enough. And, If We Could Achieve It, Enough Would Not Be Enough.

It Must Infuriate Our Children To See Us Always So Much More Forbearing With Everybody Else's.