... True Love Is Like Religion, It

To Be Rude Is As Good As Being Clever.

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.

Whenever I Hear A Man Talking Of The Advantages Of Our Ill-used Sex, I Look Upon It As The Prelude To Some New Act Of Authority.

The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us To Remember.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.