"Well," said the chief in disgust, "there's two people I don't never argue with: one's a woman and the other's a damn fool. And you aint no woman!" - Charles G. Finney

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

It had always been my belief that beauty was a modification of sex. Life sings a song of sex. Sex is the scream of life.

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.