I'm Fifty-one Years Old, But I'm Not

I Don't Have Any Gnawing Guilt Over Contributing To Any Unhappiness Suffered By My Husbands. They Were As Much To Blame As I Was.

I Have Always Felt That If A Man Gives You A Solid Gold Key To His Door He Is Entitled To The Courtesy Of A Visit.

Any Girl Can Be Glamorous. All You Have To Do Is Stand Still And Look Stupid.

I Can Excuse Everything But Boredom. Boring People Don't Have To Stay That Way.

When I Attained A Certain Advanced Intimacy With A Man, And I Don't Just Mean Sex, I Married Him.