A Woman Telling Her True

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

Throughout Our Lives, We See In The Mirror The Same Innocent Trusting Face We Have Seen There Since Childhood.

The Trouble With Women Is Men; The Trouble With Men, Men.

You Will Turn Over Many A Futile New Leaf Till You Learn We Must All Write On Scratched-out Pages.

To Smoke Or Not To Smoke: I Can Make Of Either A Life-work.