Men Don't Understand How Their Mannerisms Can

To Every Problem, There Is A Most Simple Solution.

I Always Think Loyalty's Such A Tiresome Virtue.

I Looked At Her. Sheila Was My Girl--the Girl I Wanted--and Wanted For Keeps. But It Wasn't Any Use Having Illusions About Her. Sheila Was A Liar And Probably Always Would Be A Liar. It Was Her Way Of Fighting For Survival--the Quick Easy Glib Denial. It Was A Child's Weapon--and She'd Probably Never Got Out Of Using It. If I Wanted Sheila, I Must Accept Her As She Was--be At Hand To Prop Up The Weak Places. We've All Got Our Weak Places. Mine Were Different From Sheila's, But They Were There.

It Is Completely Unimportant. That Is Why It Is So Interesting.

A Weak Man In A Corner Is More Dangerous Than A Strong Man.