I Have Never Had My Face Lifted.

All The American Women Had Purple Noses And Gray Lips And Their Faces Were Chalk White From Terrible Powder. I Recognized That The United States Could Be My Life's Work.

But What Parent Can Tell When Some . . . Fragmentary Gift Of Knowledge Or Wisdom Will Enrich Her Children's Lives? Or How A Small Seed Of Information Passed From One Generation To Another May Generate A New Science, A New Industry-a Seed Which Neither The Giver Nor The Receiver Can Truly Evaluate At The Time.

I've Always Thought That A Woman Owes It To Herself To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity.

Men Are Just As Vain As Women, And Sometimes Even More So.

Daylight Reveals Color; Artificial Light Drains It.