Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes - Robert Frost

It makes the prophet in us all presage The glory of a next Augustan age Of a power leading from its strength and pride, Of young ambition eager to be tried, Firm in our free beliefs without dismay, In any game the nations want to play. A golden age of poetry and power Of which this noonday's the beginning hour.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

If this uncertain age in which we dwell Were really as dark as I hear sages tell, And I convinced that they were really sages, I should not curse myself with it to hell