The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.

The creative strength is good enough and deep enough to bring itself to flower and to grow in spite of this sickness.

What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?

Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.

The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.

I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.

And if I fight, then for what?""For nothing easy or sweet, and I told you that last year and the year before that. For your own challenge, for your own mistakes and the punishment for them, for your own definition of love and of sanity - a good strong self with which to begin to live.