Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress; but I repeat myself.
“The glacier was God's great plough set at work ages ago to grind, furrow, and knead over, as it were, the surface of the earth.”
“In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.”