Madam, You Flatter Yourself. I Do Not

With Enough Courage, You Can Do Without A Reputation.

Like Most Girls, Her Imagination Carried Her Just As Far As The Altar And No Further.

Death, Taxes And Childbirth! There's Never Any Convenient Time For Any Of Them.

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

It Was This Feminine Conspiracy Which Made Southern Society So Pleasant. Women Knew That A Land Where Men Were Contented, Uncontradicted Ans Safe In Possession Of Unpunctured Vanity Was Likely To Be A Very Pleasant Place For Women To Live. So, From The Cradle To The Grave, Women Strove To Make Men Pleased With Themselves, And The Satisfied Men Repaid Lavishly With Gallantry And Adoration. In Fact, Men Willingly Gave Ladies Everything In The World Except Credit For Having Intelligence.