Most Mothers Kiss And Scold Together.

Euthanasia Is A Long, Smooth-sounding Word, And It Conceals Its Danger As Long, Smooth Words Do, But The Danger Is There, Nevertheless.

We Should So Provide For Old Age That It May Have No Urgent Wants Of This World To Absorb It From Meditation On The Next. It Is Awful To See The Lean Hands Of Dotage Making A Coffer Of The Grave.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Just About Everything Significant In My Life Happened After I Passed Forty. I Was A Housewife And Mother, But Yearned To Be A Writer. I Worked At My Writing Whenever I Could Snatch A Moment, And I Assembled Several Manuscripts. I Was Just About Forty When My First Novel, East Wind, West Wind, Was Published. Then A Few Months Later Came The Good Earth. My Career Was Launched At Last, And It Has Given Me The Richest Possible Satisfaction

God Is Not In The Vastness Of Greatness. He Is Hid In The Vastness Of Smallness . He Is Not In The General. He Is In The Particular.