... is there anything more unjust than to build gold and brass and iron on poor, well-meaning clay, -- and then blame the clay when the whole image falls into dust?

Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament

Self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation.

we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.

Home is the best place to be sick in.

Grandmother belongs to the generation of women who were satisfied to have men retain their vices, if they removed their hats.

a short cut to matrimonial unhappiness is not to have the same taste in jokes!