Wonderful Things, Horses. Never Know

One Is Alone When The Last One Who Remembers Is Gone.

To Count - Really And Truly To Count - A Woman Must Have Goodness Or Brains.

I Looked At Her. Sheila Was My Girl--the Girl I Wanted--and Wanted For Keeps. But It Wasn't Any Use Having Illusions About Her. Sheila Was A Liar And Probably Always Would Be A Liar. It Was Her Way Of Fighting For Survival--the Quick Easy Glib Denial. It Was A Child's Weapon--and She'd Probably Never Got Out Of Using It. If I Wanted Sheila, I Must Accept Her As She Was--be At Hand To Prop Up The Weak Places. We've All Got Our Weak Places. Mine Were Different From Sheila's, But They Were There.

Any Woman Can Fool A Man If She Wants To And If He's In Love With Her.

Every Man Should Have Aunts. They Illustrate The Triumph Of Guess Work Over Logic.