Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.
There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.