An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.
The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
We can never at any time absorb more love than we're ready for.
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.
Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.
One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.