These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

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

Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.

Relations are errors that Nature makes. / Your spouse you can put on the shelf. / But your friends, dear friends, are the quaint mistakes / You always commit yourself.

Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters.

Say what you will, making a marriage work is a woman's business.