I'm a middle-bracket person with a middle-bracket spouse / And we live together gaily in a middle-bracket house. / We've a fair-to-middlin' family; we take the middle view; / So we're manna sent from heaven to internal revenue.

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

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

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

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

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