Oh, High Is The Price Of Parenthood,

Words Can Sting Like Anything, But Silence Breaks The Heart.

In Spring When Maple Buds Are Red, We Turn The Clock An Hour Ahead; Which Means, Each April That Arrives, We Lose An Hour Out Of Our Lives. Who Cares? When Autumn Birds In Flocks Fly Southward, Back We Turn The Clocks, And So Regain A Lovely Thing That Missing Hour We Lost In Spring.

There Are Books That One Needs Maturity To Enjoy Just As There Are Books An Adult Can Come On Too Late To Savor.

In A Successful Marriage, There Is No Such Thing As One's Way. There Is Only The Way Of Both, Only The Bumpy, Dusty, Difficult, But Always Mutual Path.

Marriage Was All A Woman's Idea And For Man's Acceptance Of The Pretty Yoke, It Becomes Us To Be Grateful.