In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

There are books that one needs maturity to enjoy just as there are books an adult can come on too late to savor.

Time is the thief you cannot banish.

The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access; doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.

The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.

Say what you will, making marriage work is a woman's business. The institution was invented to do her homage; it was contrived for her protection. Unless she accepts it as such --as a beautiful, bountiful, but quite unequal association --the going will be hard indeed.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.