There Is No Doubt That

Duty, The Most Indecent Of All Obsessions, Was Only Another Name For Love.

There's A Story... A Legend, About A Bird That Sings Just Once In Its Life. From The Moment It Leaves Its Nest, It Searches For A Thorn Tree... And Never Rests Until It's Found One. And Then It Sings... More Sweetly Than Any Other Creature On The Face Of The Earth. And Singing, It Impales Itself On The Longest, Sharpest Thorn. But, As It Dies, It Rises Above Its Own Agony, To Outsing The Lark And The Nightingale. The Thorn Bird Pays Its Life For Just One Song, But The Whole World Stills To Listen, And God In His Heaven Smiles.

The Lovely Thing About Being Forty Is That You Can Appreciate Twenty-five-year-old Men More.

We're Working-class People, Which Means We Don't Get Rich Or Have Maids. Be Content With What You Are And What You Have.

...she Looked Like The Sort Of Woman Most Men Would Want To Get To Know Because They Weren't Sure What Went On Inside.