They're all deserting me. I've been too kind. Spare the rod and spoil the fun. Oh, for the glands of a Bismarck.

Summer was gone and now Indian summer. The grass was cold and there was no mist and no dew. After he left she would go in and light the gas and close the shatt…

The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?

That Kitty was capable of any deep grief was unbelievable. He had gradually grown to think of her as something unapproachable and callous. She would get a divo…

When I want your opinion I will give it to you.

'I will not stand for being called a woman in my own house,'

Politicians, quite rightly, are not surrounded by mystique. Doctors, quite wrongly, too often are.