Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.

Mere wealth, I am above it, / It is the reputation wide, / The playwright's pomp, the poet's pride / That eagerly I covet.

God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is a myth willfully fostered and nourished by certain semi-scientists and other fiction writers. And it has done more, I suspect, to unsettle marital happiness than any other false doctrine of this myth-ridden age.