I've Always Thought That A Woman Owes

But What Parent Can Tell When Some . . . Fragmentary Gift Of Knowledge Or Wisdom Will Enrich Her Children's Lives? Or How A Small Seed Of Information Passed From One Generation To Another May Generate A New Science, A New Industry-a Seed Which Neither The Giver Nor The Receiver Can Truly Evaluate At The Time.

I've Always Thought That A Woman Owes It To Herself To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity.

The Best Antidote To Worry, I Have Always Believed, Is Work And More Work.

Adjust Your Makeup To The Light In Which Your Wear It.

Daylight Reveals Color; Artificial Light Drains It.