A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Sometimes I have a notion that what might improve the situation is to have women take over the occupations of government and trade and to give men their freedom.

Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.

Women are the fulfilled sex. Through our children we are able to produce our own immortality, so we lack that divine restlessness which sends men charging off in pursuit of fortune or fame or an imagined Utopia. That is why we number so few geniuses among us. The wholesome oyster wears no pearl, the healthy whale no ambergris, and as long as we can keep on adding to the race, we harbor a sort of health within ourselves.

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

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

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.