What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?
I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.
Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.
What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?
Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.
The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!