Women Want Love To Be A Novel,

Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

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

The Urge To Climb Will Never Be Explained. In Olden Days, Perhaps It Was A Wish To Reach The Stars. Today, Anyone So Minded Can Buy A Seat On A Plane And Feel Himself Master Of The Skies. Even So, He Will Not Have Rock Under His Feet, Or Air Upon His Face; Nor Will He Know The Silence That Comes Only On The Hills.

Living As We Do In An Age Of Noise And Bluster, Success Is Now Measured Accordingly. We Must All Be Seen, And Heard, And On The Air.

People Who Travel Are Always Fugitives.