A Lover Would Find Life

Please To Put A Nickel, Please To Put A Dime. How Petitions Trickle In At Christmas Time!

These Are My Daughters, I Suppose. But Where In The World Did The Children Vanish?

There Is Satisfaction In Seeing One's Household Prosper; In Being Both Bountiful And Provident.

Women Are The Fulfilled Sex. Through Our Children We Are Able To Produce Our Own Immortality, So We Lack That Divine Restlessness Which Sends Men Charging Off In Pursuit Of Fortune Or Fame Or An Imagined Utopia. That Is Why We Number So Few Geniuses Among Us. The Wholesome Oyster Wears No Pearl, The Healthy Whale No Ambergris, And As Long As We Can Keep On Adding To The Race, We Harbor A Sort Of Health Within Ourselves.

In A Successful Marriage, There Is No Such Thing As One's Way. There Is Only The Way Of Both, Only The Bumpy, Dusty, Difficult, But Always Mutual Path.