When God Made Man She Was Practicing.

Tennis, Imprisoned Within Fixed Boundaries, A Patch Of An Acre, A Green Rectangle, Tries The Human Soul. A Tennis Court Is Like A Coffin, Only Larger.

Do Not Judge. Never Presume To Judge Another Human Being Anyway. That's Up To Heaven.

What's The Point Of Prolonging Your Life If You Don't Enjoy It? It's Your Body. Do Whatever You Want With It. Better To Wear Out Than Rust Over.

Would It Upset Men If They Found Out We Weren't Different? Are We? Aren't We? Damned If I Know.

Dean: Don't You Find That Somewhat Of An Aberration? Doesn't This Disturb You My Dear? After All, It's Not Normal. Molly: I Know It's Not Normal For People In This World To Be Happy, And I'm Happy.