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I Suppose Sooner Or Later In The Life Of Everyone Comes A Moment Of Trial. We All Of Us Have Our Particular Devil Who Rides Us And Torments Us, And We Must Give Battle In The End.

Boredom Is A Pleasing Antidote For Fear

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.

I Thought Of All Those Heroines Of Fiction Who Looked Pretty When They Cried, And What A Contrast I Must Make With A Blotched And Swollen Face, And Red Rims To My Eyes.

Nothing Like A Cup Of Tea To Make A Person Feel Better, Man Or Woman.