There Can Be Nothing More

Fortunately For The Human Race, Pain, However Piercing, Is Not A Lasting Emotion. The Recollection Of Happiness Lingers, But The Consciousness Never Retains For Long The First Thrust Of Tragic Loss. The Details Of Daily Life Crowd In Upon The Mind.

A Woman's Life Can Really Be A Succession Of Lives, Each Revolving Around Some Emotionally Compelling Situation Or Challenge, And Each Marked Off By Some Intense Experience.

The Real Essence Of Any Marriage That Has Struggled, However Unsuccessfully, Towards Happiness, Lies In The Growth Of A Wordless Understanding That What Is Acceptable To One Partner Will Be Acceptable To The Other.

I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate It To My Grave.

Never Explain, Never Complain.