Never Explain, Never Complain.

You Have No Idea How Hard It Is To Live Out A Great Romance.

There Can Be No Summary And Dramatic End To A Marriage - Only A Slow And Painful Unravelling Of A Tangled Skein Of Threads Too Stubborn To Be Broken.

There Is A Peacefulness, An Air Of Reflection, About A Rocking-chair That Attaches To No Other Moving Object.

I'm Not A Beautiful Woman. I'm Nothing To Look At, So The Only Thing I Can Do Is Dress Better Than Anyone Else.

I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate It To My Grave.