I'm Only Twenty-five. If I've Made A

Life Is So Largely Controlled By Chance That Its Conduct Can Be But A Perpetual Improvisation.

She Loved Three Things — A Joke, A Glass Of Wine, And A Handsome Man.

A Woman Can Forgive A Man For The Harm He Does Her...but She Can Never Forgive Him For The Sacrifices He Makes On Her Account.

She’s Wonderful. Tell Her I’ve Never Seen Such Beautiful Hands. I Wonder What She Sees In You.” Waddington, Smiling, Translated The Question. “she Says I’m Good.” “as If A Woman Ever Loved A Man For His Virtue,” Kitty Mocked.

Clearly Much That Seemed Valid Seemed So Only Because He Had Been Taught It From Earliest Youth.