Life Was Life. It Happened. You Never

Edwina Always Enjoyed A Morning Ride. Some Mornings She Rode The Horse, And Some Mornings She Rode The Groom.

Love Is A Handful Of Seeds, Marriage The Garden, And Like Your Gardens, Paula, Marriage Requires Total Commitment, Hard Work, And A Great Deal Of Love And Care. Be Ruthless With The Weeds. Pull Them Out Before They Take Hold. Bring The Same Dedication To Your Marriage That You Do To Your Gardens And Everything Will Be All Right. Remember That A Marriage Has To Be Constantly Replenished Too, If You Want It To Flourish.

He Who Ascends To Mountaintops, Shall Find The Loftiest Peaks Most Wrapt In Clouds And Snow; He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below

I Will Never Stop Writing. People Often Ask When I Will Retire, But I Say It's None Of Their Business. Writing Defines Who I Am. I Love The Feeling Of Holding A Finished Book In My Hands, And Then I Can't Wait To Start The Great Adventure Of Writing The Next One.

At The Age Of Fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard Was Still A Beautiful Woman. She Owned Three Hotels In France And Another Two In England. From Nothing At All, She Had Built An Empire. Eleanor Had It All. Her One Weakness Was The Young Man Sleeping Beside Her.