Oh, high is the price of parenthood, and daughters may cost you double. You dare not forget, as you thought you could, that youth is a plague and a trouble.
Getting along with men isn’t what’s truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.
How happy is the Optimist / To whom life shows its sunny side / His horse may lose, his ship may list, / But he always sees the funny side.
Gossip isn’t scandal and it’s not merely malicious. It’s chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.
It’s hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
A lover would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if they could feel that they had been sinful rather than foolish.
Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.
Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one’s neighbor.
Meanness inherits a set of silverware and keeps it in the bank. Economy uses it only on important occasions, for fear of loss. Thrift sets the table with it every night for pure pleasure, but counts the butter spreaders before they are put away.
God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.
Behind every myth lies a truth; beyond every legend is reality, as radiant (sometimes as chilling) as the story itself.