The Only Good Thing Ever Done By

An Army Of Lovers Shall Not Fail.

Consider The "new" Woman. She's Trying To Be Pollyanna Borgia, Clearly A Conflict Of Interest. She's Supposed To Be A Ruthless Winner At Work And A Bundle Of Nurturing Sweetness At Home.

If The World Were A Logical Place, Men Would Ride Side Saddle.

I Used To Think Romantic Love Was A Neurosis Shared By Two, A Supreme Foolishness. I No Longer Think That. There's Nothing Foolish In Loving Anyone. Thinking You'll Be Loved In Return Is What's Foolish.

Divorce: Fission After Fusion.