Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday

In The World As I Have Seen It, No Man Grows Rich By Kindness.

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.

An Awful Lot Of Fantasy, And Even Some Great Fantasy, Falls Into The Mistake Of Assuming That A Good Man Will Be A Good King, That All That Is Necessary Is To Be A Decent Human Being And When You're King Everything Will Go Swimmingly.

Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

I Have Been Despised By Better Men Than You.