{From My Commonplace}

Lucilla knew always, and Nadine knew in her more domesticated moments, that it was homemaking that mattered.  Every home was a brick in the great wall of decent living that men erected over and over again as a bulwark against the perpetual flooding in of evil.  But women made the bricks, and the durableness of each civilization depended upon their quality, and it was no good weakening oneself for the brick-making by thinking too much about the flood.

— from Elizabeth Goudge’s Pilgrim’s Inn