[On Malcolm Muggeridge:] He thinks he was knocked off his horse by God, like St. Paul on the road to Damascus. His critics think he simply fell off it from old age.

And what would happen to my illusion that I am a force for order in the home if I wasn't married to the only man north of the Tiber who is even untidier than I am?

Spring makes everything look filthy.

A food is not necessarily essential just because your child hates it.

Hats divide generally into three classes: offensive hats, defensive hats, and shrapnel.

As ridiculous to approve of property and let a few men have a grossly unfair share of it, as say you are all for marriage, and then let one man have all the wives.

Have you ever taken anything out of the clothes basket because it had become, relatively, the cleaner thing?