Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy

A mother’s hardest to forgive.Life is the fruit she longs to hand youRipe on a plate. And while you live,Relentlessly she understands you.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.

God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.