Every problem has two handles. You can grab it by the handle of fear or the handle of hope.

It's not because I've -what is the phrase? -'swept you off your feet' by my -er- ardor?

No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.

What is there to see in Europe? I'll bet those foreigners can't show us a thing we haven't got right here in Georgia.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.