I Wondered Why It Was That Places

Women Want Love To Be A Novel, Men A Short Story.

A Familiar Name On Its Own, However, Does Not Carry Its Bearer Far Unless The Talent Is There, And The Will To Work.

I Wish I Was A Woman Of About Thirty-six Dressed In Black Satin With A String Of Pearls.

Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mary.

The Point Is, Life Has To Be Endured, And Lived. But How To Live It Is The Problem.