“Now I am in my eighties, and I have known the joys and sorrows of a full life. Age, however, has its privileges. One is to reminisce, and another is to reminisce selectively.”

Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.

I will never forgive Joe for that awful operation he had performed on Rosemary. It is the only thing I have ever felt bitter toward him about.

I do not like candid pictures. They are so unattractive.

I have come to the conclusion that the most important element in human life is faith.

My husband changed jobs so fast that I simply never knew what business he was in.

I am not going to be licked by tragedy, as life is a challenge, and we must carry on and work for the living as well as mourn for the dead.

My husband changed jobs so fast that I simply never knew what business he was in.

As motherhood is the greatest and most natural God-given gift for women for posterity, it would seem that the birth and rearing of children, in the way which to us seems most ideal, would be the most satisfying and the most rewarding career for a woman.

I’ve had an exciting time; I married for love and got a little money along with it.

To my mind, there was no one in the world like my father. Wherever he was, there was magic in the air.

I don’t think you’re much good, unless you’re doing good to someone.

It’s wrong for parents to bury their children. It should be the other way around.

What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?

There can be no really pervasive system of oppression, such as that in the United States, without the consent of the oppressed.

I tried to allow my children to take risks, to test themselves. Better broken bones than broken spirit.

I don’t think you’re much good, unless you’re doing good to someone.

Around, around, Companions all, take your ground, And name the bell with joy profound! CONCORDIA is the word we’ve found Most meet to express the harmonious sound, That calls to those in friendship bound.

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature’s calm rotation. Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great Time-piece of Creation.

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

I know joy as a song of the heart. And each day I seek it.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

O the eye’s light is a noble gift of Heaven! All beings live from light, each fair created thing; the very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.