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  • Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters.

  • People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

    Phyllis McGinley (1962). “The province of the heart”
  • Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.

  • The saints differ from us in their exuberance, the excess of our human talents. Moderation is not their secret. It is in the wildness of their dreams, the desperate vitality of their ambitions, that they stand apart from ordinary people of good will.

  • Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.

    Men  
    Phyllis McGinley (1962). “The province of the heart”
  • Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

    Phyllis McGinley (1946). “Stones from a glass house: new poems by Phyllis McGinley”, Viking Press
  • The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.

  • Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

    Phyllis McGinley (1965). “Sixpence in Her Shoe”
  • One applauds the industry of professional philanthropy. But it has its dangers. After a while the private heart begins to harden. We fling letters into the wastebasket, are abrupt to telephoned solicitations. Charity withers in the incessant gale.

    Phyllis McGinley, Gerald Durrell (1969). “Birds, beasts, and relatives”, Viking Adult
  • A lover would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if they could feel that they had been sinful rather than foolish.

  • Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

  • Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

  • Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.

    Phyllis McGinley (1962). “The province of the heart”
  • Who could deny that privacy is a jewel? It has always been the mark of privilege, the distinguishing feature of a truly urbane culture. Out of the cave, the tribal teepee, the pueblo, the community fortress, man emerged to build himself a house of his own with a shelter in it for himself and his diversions. Every age has seen it so. The poor might have to huddle together in cities for need's sake, and the frontiersman cling to his neighbors for the sake of protection. But in each civilization, as it advanced, those who could afford it chose the luxury of a withdrawing-place.

    Men  
  • O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.

  • The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access; doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.

    Mother  
  • Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.

  • Behind every myth lies a truth; beyond every legend is reality, as radiant (sometimes as chilling) as the story itself.

  • 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.

    Phyllis McGinley, “Daylight Savings Time”
  • Ah! some love Paris, / And some Purdue. / But love is an archer with a low I.Q. / A bold, bad bowman, and innocent of pity. / So I'm in love with / New York City.

  • The system - the American one, at least - is a vast and noble experiment. It has been polestar and exemplar for other nations. But from kindergarten until she graduates from college the girl is treated in it exactly like her brothers. She studies the same subjects, becomes proficient at the same sports. Oh, it is a magnificent lore she learns, education for the mind beyond anything Jane Austen or Saint Theresa or even Mrs. Pankhurst ever dreamed. It is truly Utopian. But Utopia was never meant to exist on this disheveled planet.

    Phyllis McGinley (1962). “The province of the heart”
  • suffering is as necessary to entertaining as vermouth is to a Martini - a small but vital ingredient.

    Phyllis McGinley (1965). “Sixpence in Her Shoe”
  • This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

  • Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

  • When blithe to argument I come, Though armed with facts, and merry, May Providence protect me from The fool as adversary, Whose mind to him a kingdom is Where reason lacks dominion, Who calls conviction prejudice And prejudice opinion.

  • The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men. A girl has to keep it in mind: They are dragon seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any father, you find someone chock - full of qualms and romantic terrors, believing change is a threat - like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle I took such months to get.

    Phyllis McGinley (1968). “Wonders and surprises: a collection of poems”, Lippincott Williams & Wilkins
  • The human animal needs a freedom seldom mentioned, freedom from intrusion. He needs a little privacy as much as he wants understanding or vitamins or exercise or praise.

    Phyllis McGinley (1962). “The province of the heart”
  • How happy is the Optimist / To whom life shows its sunny side / His horse may lose, his ship may list, / But he always sees the funny side.

  • To be a housewife is a difficult, a wrenching, sometimes an ungrateful job if it is looked on only as a job. Regarded as a profession, it is the noblest as it is the most ancient of the catalogue. Let none persuade us differently or the world is lost indeed.

    Phyllis McGinley (1965). “Sixpence in Her Shoe”
  • The ability to forget a sorrow is childhood's most enchanting feature.

    Phyllis McGinley (1965). “Sixpence in Her Shoe”
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