Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.

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.

Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.

Sin has always been an ugly word, but it has been made so in a new sense over the last half-century. It has been made not only ugly but pass?. People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.

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.