Habit: Often Mistaken For Love.

Once A Woman Has Forgiven Her Man, She Must Not Reheat His Sins For Breakfast.

You Can't Live Without Illusions, Even If You Must Fight For Them.

One Should Be Afraid Of Life, Not Of Death.

What Remains Is Solitude.

Do Let Him Read The Papers. But Not While You Accusingly Tiptoe Around The Room, Or Perch Much Like A Silent Bird Of Prey On The Edge Of Your Most Uncomfortable Chair. (he Will Read Them Anyway, And He Should Read Them, So Let Him Choose His Own Good Time.) Don't Make A Big Exit. Just Go. But Kiss Him Quickly, Before You Go, Otherwise He Might Think You Are Angry; He Is Used To Suspecting He Is Doing Something Wrong.