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Life Was Life. It Happened. You Never Knew What Was Going To Come At You. Or How You Could Defend Yourself.

Love Is A Handful Of Seeds, Marriage The Garden, And Like Your Gardens, Paula, Marriage Requires Total Commitment, Hard Work, And A Great Deal Of Love And Care. Be Ruthless With The Weeds. Pull Them Out Before They Take Hold. Bring The Same Dedication To Your Marriage That You Do To Your Gardens And Everything Will Be All Right. Remember That A Marriage Has To Be Constantly Replenished Too, If You Want It To Flourish.

It's Different When The Person You Love Dies. There's An Awful Finality To Death. But It Is Final. The End. And There's The Funeral, Family Gatherings, Grieving, All Of Those Necessary Rituals. And They Help, Believe Me. When The Object Of Your Love Just Disappears, There's No Way To Deal With The Grief And Pain.

If Anyone Asks Me Whether I Like Being A Popular Writer, I Ask Them Whether They Think I'd Rather Be An Unpopular Writer.

At The Age Of Fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard Was Still A Beautiful Woman. She Owned Three Hotels In France And Another Two In England. From Nothing At All, She Had Built An Empire. Eleanor Had It All. Her One Weakness Was The Young Man Sleeping Beside Her.