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

Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry.

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

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

Say what you will, making marriage work is a woman's business. The institution was invented to do her homage; it was contrived for her protection. Unless she accepts it as such --as a beautiful, bountiful, but quite unequal association --the going will be hard indeed.

The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.

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.