Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born

And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say snarly since the accident! It was so like the way you used to throw hair-brushes--

No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother.

No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.

When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.

This is a historic day at the Hall of Fame. I hoped that someday there would be a woman in the Hall. It's a pretty proud moment.