Scratch any father, you find / Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, / Believing change is a threat.

When blithe to argument I come, Though armed with facts, and merry, May Providence protect me from The fool as adversary, Whose mind to him a kingdom is Where reason lacks dominion, Who calls conviction prejudice And prejudice opinion.

Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps.

It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.

Men can't be trusted with pruning shears any more than they can be trusted with the grocery money in a delicatessen . . . They are like boys with new pocket knives who will not stop whittling.

Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.

Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.