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.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

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

People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

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.

Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.

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