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

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.

Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.

I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate.

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

For the hearts of nurses are solid gold, / But their heels are flat and their hands are cold, / And their voices lilt with a lilt that's falser / Than the smile of an exhibition waltzer. / Yes, nurses can cure you, nurses restore you, / But nurses are bound that they do things for you.

There is satisfaction in seeing one's household prosper; in being both bountiful and provident.