Paris Is A Hard Place

Oh, This Is The Joy Of The Rose; That It Blows, And Goes.

Love Itself Draws On A Woman Nearly All The Bad Luck In The World

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!

Ugly Accidents Happen . . . Always Have And Always Will. But The Failures Are Swept Back Into The Pile And Forgotten. They Don`t Leave Any Lasting Scar In The World, And They Don`t Affect The Future. The Things That Last Are The Good Things. The People Who Forge Ahead And Do Something, They Really Count.

There Was Nothing But Land; Not A Country At All, But The Material Out Of Which Countries Are Made.