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.
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
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.