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

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

Meanness inherits a set of silverware and keeps it in the bank. Economy uses it only on important occasions, for fear of loss. Thrift sets the table with it every night for pure pleasure, but counts the butter spreaders before they are put away.

Children from ten to twenty don't want to be understood. Their whole ambition is to feel strange and alien and misinterpreted so that they can live austerely in some stone tower of adolescence, their privacies unviolated.

Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.

How happy is the Optimist / To whom life shows its sunny side / His horse may lose, his ship may list, / But he always sees the funny side.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.