Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make

She Couldn't Survey The Wreck Of The World With An Air Of Casual Unconcern.

That Is The One Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. Be Different And Be Damned!

[t]he Merciful Adjustment Which Nature Makes When What Cannot Be Cured Must Be Endured.

I Was Never One To Patiently Pick Up Broken Fragments And Glue Them Together Again And Tell Myself That The Mended Whole Was As Good As New. What Is Broken Is Broken - And I'd Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Lived.

Now He Saw That She Understood Entirely Too Well And He Felt The Usual Masculine Indignation At The Duplicity Of Women. Added To It Was The Usual Masculine Disillusionment In Discovering That A Woman Has A Brain.