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

Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

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.

Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.

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