"Nadine, without words, stretched out a hand and gently touched her Mother-In-Law's. They had both been married and borne children. Lucilla knew always and Nadine knew in her more domesticated moments, that it was home-making 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 civilisation depended on their quality; and it was no good weakening oneself for the brick-making by thinking too much of the flood." The Herb of Grace by Elizabeth Goudge.