A Hobby A Day Keeps The Doldrums

The Saints Differ From Us In Their Exuberance, The Excess Of Our Human Talents. Moderation Is Not Their Secret. It Is In The Wildness Of Their Dreams, The Desperate Vitality Of Their Ambitions, That They Stand Apart From Ordinary People Of Good Will.

A Mother's Hardest To Forgive. Life Is The Fruit She Longs To Hand You Ripe On A Plate. And While You Live, Relentlessly She Understands You.

Sin Has Always Been An Ugly Word, But It Has Been Made So In A New Sense Over The Last Half-century. It Has Been Made Not Only Ugly But Pass?. People Are No Longer Sinful, They Are Only Immature Or Underprivileged Or Frightened Or, More Particularly, Sick.

Say What You Will, Making Marriage Work Is A Woman's Business. The Institution Was Invented To Do Her Homage; It Was Contrived For Her Protection. Unless She Accepts It As Such --as A Beautiful, Bountiful, But Quite Unequal Association --the Going Will Be Hard Indeed.

I Sing Connecticut, Her Charms / Of Rivers, Orchards, Blossoming Ridges. / I Sing Her Gardens, Fences, Farms, / Spiders And Midges.