Lawyers, Doctors, Plumbers, They All Made The

Well, The Rain Had Stopped But The Pain Was Still There.

A Woman Is A Full Time Job. You Have To Choose Your Profession.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting

Few Beautiful Women Were Willing To Indicate In Public That They Belonged To Someone. I Had Known Enough Women To Realize This. I Accepted Them For What They Were And Love Came Hard And Very Seldom. When It Did It Was Usually For The Wrong Reasons. One Simply Became Tired Of Holding Back Love And Let It Go Because It Needed Some Place To Go. Then, Usually, There Was Trouble.

Those Who Preach God, Need God Those Who Preach Peace Do Not Have Peace Those Who Preach Love Do Not Have Love