all women, without in the least meaning it, consider every man they meet as a possible husband for themselves or for their best friend.

There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own. ~Mr. Aristides

At my time of life, one knows that the worst is usually true.

The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me.

The past is the father of the present.

To all those who lead monotonous lives in the hope that they may experience at second hand the delights and dangers of adventure. [author's dedication]

"Look here," I said, "people like to collect disasters."