Fifty Percent Of The World Are Women,

The Misfortunes Hardest To Bear Are These Which Never Came.

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

Being In A Hurry Seems So Fiercely Important When You Yourself Are The Hurrier And So Comically Ludicrous When It Is Someone Else.

From Now Until The End Of Time No One Else Will Ever See Life With My Eyes, And I Mean To Make The Best Of My Chance.

We Visit Bookshops Not So Often To Buy Any One Special Book, But Rather To Rediscover, In The Happier And More Expressive Words Of Others, Our Own Encumbered Soul.