I Liked Her Better For Showing A

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

I've Nothing Against Kids Reading Anything They Please, But I Do Have A Problem With Pink Books For Girls And Black Books For Boys.

Drunkeness, She Told Us In A Rare Moment Of Confidence, Is A Sin Against The Fruit, The Tree, The Wine Itself. Wine, Distilled And Nurtured From Bud Into Fruit; It Deserves Reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (page 194.)

A Few Hundred Years Ago There Were No Differences Between Magic And Medicine.

Guilleaume Left La Praline With A Small Bag Of Florentines In His Pocket; Before He Had Turned The Corner Of Avenue Des Francs Bourgeois I Saw Him Stoop To Offer One To The Dog. A Pat, A Bark, A Wagging Of The Short Stubby Tail. As I Said, Some People Never Have To Think About Giving.