Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would

A Church Ought To Express The Joy Of Religion As Well As Its Majesty.

No Woman Really Wants A Man To Carry Her Off; She Only Wants Him To Want To Do It.

Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would Have Told You, But You So Dislike Advice.

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

I Never Meant To Marry. In My Opinion, A Woman Born In The Last Half Of The Nineteenth Century Of The Christian Era Suffered From Enough Disadvantages Without Willfully Embracing Another.