A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.
The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.
Not reading poetry amounts to a national pastime here.
For the wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got angry, scolded God, were egotistical or testy or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.
This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.
To be a housewife is ... a difficult, a wrenching, sometimes ungrateful job if it's looked on as only a job. Regarded as a profession, it is the noblest as it is the most ancient of the catalogue. Let none persuade us differently, or the world will be lost indeed.
It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.
Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant cause.
Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
Housewives more than any other race deserve well-furnished minds. They have to live in them such a lot of the time.
Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
