People Who Can Be Very Good Can

My Remarks Are, As Always, Apt, Sound, And To The Point. (hercule Poirot)

Achievement Brings With It Its Own Anticlimax.

I Looked At Her. Sheila Was My Girl--the Girl I Wanted--and Wanted For Keeps. But It Wasn't Any Use Having Illusions About Her. Sheila Was A Liar And Probably Always Would Be A Liar. It Was Her Way Of Fighting For Survival--the Quick Easy Glib Denial. It Was A Child's Weapon--and She'd Probably Never Got Out Of Using It. If I Wanted Sheila, I Must Accept Her As She Was--be At Hand To Prop Up The Weak Places. We've All Got Our Weak Places. Mine Were Different From Sheila's, But They Were There.

Time Does Not Dispose Of A Question - It Only Presents It Anew In A Different Guise.

The Human Face Is, After All, Nothing More Nor Less Than A Mask.