The Young Do Not Need God, And

We Sometimes Feel That We Have Been Really Understood, But It Was Always Long Ago, By Someone Now Dead.

We Come Late, If At All, To Wine And Philosophy: Whiskey And Action Are Easier.

All Women Are Basically In Competition With Each Other For A Handful Of Eligible Men.

We're Seldom Drawn To A Character We Admire; Only To A Personality We Like.

The Neurotic Lies Awake At Night, Composing Letters To Those He Hates. He Seldom Thinks Of Dropping A Line To Those He Loves.