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Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.
-- Benjamin Franklin
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Kissing your hand may make you feel very good, but a diamond and
sapphire bracelet lasts for ever.
-- Anita Loos, "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes"
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Lady Nancy Astor:
"Winston, if you were my husband, I'd put poison in your coffee."
"Nancy, if you were my wife, I'd drink it."
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Lank: Here we go. We're about to set a new record.
Earl: (to the crowd) How about a date?
Lank: We've done it. Earl has set a new record. Turned down by
-- Lank and Earl
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Large increases in cost with questionable increases in performance can
be tolerated only in race horses and women.
-- Lord Kalvin
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Let thy maid servant be faithful, strong, and homely.
-- Benjamin Franklin
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Let's just say that where a change was required, I adjusted. In every
relationship that exists, people have to seek a way to survive. If you
really care about the person, you do what's necessary, or that's the end.
For the first time, I found that I really could change, and the qualities
I most admired in myself I gave up. I stopped being loud and bossy ...
Oh, all right. I was still loud and bossy, but only behind his back.
-- Kate Hepburn, on Tracy and Hepburn
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Life begins at the centerfold and expands outward.
-- Miss November, 1966
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Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society
being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded responsible
thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money
system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.
-- Valerie Solanas
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Life Sucks. Cynical, misanthropic male, 34, looking for soul mate but
certain not to find her. Drop me a note. I'll call you, we'll talk and
I'll ask you out to dinner where I'll probably spend more than I can
afford in a feeble attempt to impress you. Then we'll realize we have
absolutely nothing in common and we'll go our separate ways, more
embittered and depressed than before (if such a thing is possible).