They tell me that it will be hard to find a man strong enough to love my own strength and independence and not worry about being Mr. Diana Ross but I disagree. I know absolutely that that man is somewhere out there.
Old age is far more than white hair wrinkles the feeling that it is too late and the game finished that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body but the indifference of the soul.
