There Is Mercy For Everyone,

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

If It Is True That One Gets Used To Suffering, How Is It That As The Years Go One Always Suffers More? No, They Are Not Mad, Those People Who Amuse Themselves, Enjoy Life, Travel, Make Love, Fight They Are Not Mad. We Should Like To Do The Same Ourselves.

No Woman Marries For Money; They Are All Clever Enough, Before Marrying A Millionaire, To Fall In Love With Him First.

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

When A Woman Marries She Belongs To Another Man; And When She Belongs To Another Man There Is Nothing More You Can Say To Her.