There'll Always Be Wars Because

He Made Her Play And She Had Almost Forgotten How. Life Had Been So Serious And So Bitter. He Knew How To Play And Swept Her Along With Him.

There'll Always Be Wars Because Men Love Wars. Women Don't, But Men Do.

Burdens Are For Shoulders Strong Enough To Carry Them.

Oh, Why Was He So Handsomely Blond, So Courteously Aloof, So Maddeningly Boring With His Talk About Europe And Books And Music And Poetry And Things That Interested Her Not At All - And Yet So Desirable?

All Wars Are Sacred To Those Who Have To Fight Them. If The People Who Started Wars Didn't Make Them Sacred, Who Would Be Foolish Enough To Fight?