Motherhood is still the great unknown. For some, it brings incomparable happiness and enriches their identity. Others manage as best they can to reconcile contradictory demands.

Childless people are always expected to explain themselves, although it would never occur to anyone to ask a woman why she became a mother (and to insist on getting good reasons)

For a majority of women it remains difficult to reconcile increasingly burdensome maternal responsibilities with personal fulfillment.

Mothers with high ideals for child-rearing must pay the price for those ideals.

He might not take their advice, but he took their temperature.

I'll stop wearing black when they invent a darker color.

The payment of the worker is not determined by the value of his product.

I was a pretty scrappy, tough kid; I got in all sorts of fights at school. I defended myself - boys didn't mess with me. But as one of seven children, you have to fight for everything anyway.

Life is messy and gloriously imperfect, and some signs of wear and tear indicate a well-loved, well-used home.

A busy life is a wasted life.

He liked her; it was as simple as that.

One of the easiest forms of pretense to break down is the pretense of enthusiasm for exotic foods. Just bring on the exotic foods.

Be in love with your heart-life. There, only there, Is the flood of happiness.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.