There is a bond, it appears, between mother and child which endures as long as they do. It is independent of love; reason cannot weaken it; hate cannot destroy it.

In connection with death, or birth, or love, modesty is only a rather puerile self-consciousness.

I notice that when people have no sense of responsibility, you call them either criminals or geniuses.

Anger as well as love casts out fear.

Twenty-five years ago, Christmas was not the burden that it is now; there was less haggling and weighing, less quid pro quo, less fatigue of body, less weariness of soul; and, most of all, there was less loading up with trash.

... there must be reserves -- except with God. The human soul is solitary. But for confession that is different; justice and reparation sometimes demand it; but, again, justice and courage sometimes forbid it.

the attempt to break a habit of years is necessarily experimental.