We took pictures of the native girls, but they weren't developed. . . But we're going back next week.

I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.

My plans are still in embryo, a town on the edge of wishful thinking.

I've known and respected your husband for many years, and what's good enough for him is good enough for me

Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.

Love flies out the door when money comes innuendo.

The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his checkbook open.