Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.

But if you want to know the truth the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.

In wartime truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

My first ever job after college was as a flight attendant. I wanted to travel and could not afford it so I decided to get myself a job where I could travel. I did it for two years and had great fun.

I count myself well educated for the admirable woman at the head of the school which I attended from the age of four and a half till I was thirteen and a half was a born teacher in advance of her own times.

I was attending the University of Alberta. I was going to be a high school teacher like my parents. I failed - no I didn't fail a class I just barely passed. I really didn't try. It was Canadian history through the plays of the time. My God those were boring plays.

Captain Hale alone without sympathy or support save that from above on the near approach of death asked for a clergyman to attend him. It was refused. He then requested a Bible that too was refused by his inhuman jailer.

I think the deafness affects me more than I realise I think it makes me more tired. I loathe parties. I attend smile and leave.

Even the most understated ceremony involves a certain respect for ritual and pageantry. No one plays more of a significant role than the bride's attendants.

The Christian religion not only was at first attended with miracles but even at this day cannot be believed by any reasonable person without one.