You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?

No matter how low you go, there's always an unexplored basement.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

One girl can be pretty - but a dozen are only a chorus.