Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
~ Phyllis Mcginley
The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled “Tolerance.
A mother's hardest to forgive.Life is the fruit she longs to hand youRipe on a plate. And while you live,Relentlessly she understands you.
Compromise if not the spice of life is its solidity.
Children are forced to live very rapidly in order to live at all. They are given only a few years in which to learn hundreds of thousands of things about life and the planet and themselves.
Not reading poetry amounts to a national pastime here.
This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.
To be a housewife is ... a difficult a wrenching sometimes ungrateful job if it's looked on as only a job. Regarded as a profession it is the noblest as it is the most ancient of the catalogue. Let none persuade us differently or the world will be lost indeed.
It's this no-nonsense side of women that is pleasant to deal with. They are the real sportsmen.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
