the vicious result of privilege is that the creature who receives it becomes incapacitated by it as by a disease.

All in all, Vermont is a jewel state, small but precious.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

Religion was their meat and their excitement, their mental food and their emotional pleasure.

It may be that religion is dead, and if it is, we had better know it and set ourselves to try to discover other sources of moral strength before it is too late.

We learn as much from sorrow as from joy, as much from illness as from health, from handicap as from advantage and indeed perhaps more.

I am an inveterate homemaker, it is at once my pleasure, my recreation, and my handicap. Were I a man, my books would have been written in leisure, protected by a wife and a secretary and various household officials. As it is, being a woman, my work has had to be done between bouts of homemaking.