Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.

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

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

The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.

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.

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