Who Knows What May Lie Around The

If You Didn't Have Me To Rake You Over The Coals Now And Then, There Wouldn't Be Any Fire In Your Life At All.

Don't Mourn, Organise

Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays Good No Matter How Much Of A Beating It Takes.

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil Were Nothing Compared To What Man Could Think Up.