Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again;

Be Respectful Of Words. They Mean Something.

We Pity People Too Often For The Wrong Reasons.

I Will Never Again Attempt To Tell Any Young Person What To Do - The Really Gifted Don't Need Advice And The Others Can't Take It.

I Love To Praise What I Love, And I Won't For A Minute Believe That Love Is Blind -- Indeed, It Gives Clearness Without Sharpness, And Surely That Is The Best Light In Which To Look At Anything.

We Have The Bad Habit, Some Of Us, Of Looking Back To A Time - Almost Any Time Will Do - When Society Was Stable And Orderly, Family Ties Stronger And Deeper, Love More Lasting And Faithful, And So On. Let Me Be Your Cassandra Prophesying After The Fact, And A Long Study Of The Documents In The Case: It Was Never True, That Is, No Truer Than It Is Now.