Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.
It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.
Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.
The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.
Not reading poetry amounts to a national pastime here.
What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.
This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.
Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.
Say what you will, making a marriage work is a woman's business.
Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.
The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls.
Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry.
The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.
If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.
Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters.
These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?
Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.
It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.
Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps.
Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
Wherever conversation's flowing, / Why must I feel it falls on me / To keep things going?
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.
The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.
History must always be taken with a grain of salt. It is, after all, not a science but an art.
It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.
There is satisfaction in seeing one's household prosper; in being both bountiful and provident.
Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.
suffering is as necessary to entertaining as vermouth is to a Martini - a small but vital ingredient.
Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate.
Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.
Shunning the upstart shower, / The cold and cursory scrub, / I celebrate the power / That lies within the Tub.
There are books that one needs maturity to enjoy just as there are books an adult can come on too late to savor.
Scratch any father, you find / Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, / Believing change is a threat.
People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.
Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with a man, one man.
Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.
A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.
Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair.
Behind every myth lies a truth; beyond every legend is reality, as radiant (sometimes as chilling) as the story itself.
O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.
Mere wealth, I am above it, / It is the reputation wide, / The playwright's pomp, the poet's pride / That eagerly I covet.
