One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.

Reading is my favourite occupation, when I have leisure for it and books to read.

She left me, offended at my want of sympathy, and thinking, no doubt, that I envied her. I did not - at least, I firmly believed I did not.

But, God knows best, I concluded.

The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.

That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true.

What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?

One of these days is none of these days.

Provision for others is a fundamental responsibility of human life.

When you have that respect from your teammates, it makes it a lot more comfortable.

You are not realistic unless you believe in miracles!

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Unfortunately, we live our life in public, so any weight gain or pimple is a national story. I don't get this obsession with weight. It's not only Hollywood; it's our society.

My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either.

I have met women who don't have close women friends, and I've always been like, "How could that possibly be?"

Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?

I would gladly admit women are superior to men if only they would stop trying to be the same as us.