Our children await Christmas presents like politicians getting in election returns: there's the Uncle Fred precinct and the Aunt Ruth district still to come in.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
Eating without conversation is only stoking.
One sure way to lose another woman's friendship is to try to improve her flower arrangements.
If at first you don't succeed, blame your parents.
Trouble like the hill ahead straightens out when you advance upon it.
Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.
No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas, purchased something on the installment plan and raised an adolescent.
A bachelor is a man who can take a nap on top of a bedspread.
Too often in ironing out trouble someone gets scorched.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
Happiness is not something you get but something you do.
It is all right to say exactly what you think if you have learned to think exactly.
The way to achieve happiness is to have a high standard for yourself and a medium one for everyone else.