Death Holds No Horrors. It Is Simply

A Golf Course Is The Epitome Of All That Is Purely Transitory In The Universe, A Space Not To Dwell In, But To Get Over As Quickly As Possible.

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

There Are No Elements So Diverse That They Cannot Be Joined In The Heart Of A Man.

If Two People Who Love Each Other Let A Single Instant Wedge Itself Between Them, It Grows-it Becomes A Month, A Year, A Century; It Becomes To Late.

Faithful Women Are All Alike, They Think Only Of Their Fidelity, Never Of Their Husbands.