To marry is to surrender everything--not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life.

What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.

To marry is to surrender everything--not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life.

Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.

When law enforcers are shown to have such unswerving integrity, only the most churlish among us would question the methods they use to "get their man." Constitutional guarantees are regarded as bothersome "technicalities" that impede honest law enforcers in the performance of their duties.

Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.