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

The East is the hearthside of America. Like any home, therefore, it has the defects of its virtues. Because it is a long-lived-inhouse, it bursts its seams, is inconvenient, needs constant refurbishing. And some of the family resources have been spent. To attain the privacy that grown-up people find so desirable, Easterners live a harder life than people elsewhere. Today it is we and not the frontiersman who must be rugged to survive.

I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is a myth willfully fostered and nourished by certain semi-scientists and other fiction writers. And it has done more, I suspect, to unsettle marital happiness than any other false doctrine of this myth-ridden age.

Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

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

History must always be taken with a grain of salt. It is, after all, not a science but an art.