Why do you stand there staring at me? You and I have nothing in common except our hatred of each other. - Charles G. Finney

Mrs. Cassan always went to fortunetellers. When none was available she cast the cards or séanced with ouija. She had had her future foretold so many times that in order to fulfill all the forecasts she would have to live ninety-seven more years and encounter and charm a war-strength regiment of tall, dark men.

If I could only have seen her when I was a young man! The contemplation of her beauty might have changed my whole life. Beauty can do that, can’t it?

He said Heaven reminded him more than anything else of an advertisement he had once read of Southern California.