One Can Be Respected With The Truth

Once The Love Bug Wears Off, As It Inevitably Does, You Are Shocked To Discover That You Really Didn't Know The Object Of Your Affections At All. We Know This To Be So, Even As We Repeat The Same Mistake Over And Over And Over.

I Was So Uncomfortable At A Party Recently When The Conversation Droned On About Women Who Are Constantly Getting Married. I Was On The Edge Of My Chair, Close To Squirming In Embarrassment Because I Myself Was Guilty Of Four Husbands. I Finally Leaned Forward And Squeaked, 'but One Died!

I Was Thought To Be 'stuck Up.' I Wasn't. I Was Just Sure Of Myself. This Is And Always Has Been An Unforgivable Quality To The Unsure.

I'd Marry Again If I Found A Man Who Had Fifteen Million Dollars, Would Sign Over Half To Me, And Guarantee That He'd Be Dead Within A Year.

She Did It The Hard Way.