We Are Always Children To Our Mothers.

I Wonder The Human Race Has Been So Fond Of Migrations, When The Young Take So Hardly To Traveling.

Ah, We Have To Be Generous To Be Grateful ... One Has Oneself To Be A Giver.

Pushing Forty? She's Hanging On For Dear Life.

People's Weaker Side Is Not Necessarily Their Truer Self.

Our Desires Have A Way Of Getting Bigger With Our Incomes.