It might be marvelous to be a man - then I could stop worrying about what's fair to women and just cheerfully assume I was superior, and that they had all been born to iron my shirts. Better still, I could be an Irish man - then I would have all the privileges of being male without giving up the right to be wayward, temperamental and an appealing minority.

The Life and Soul, the man who will never go home while there is one man, woman or glass of anything not yet drunk.

As ridiculous to approve of property and let a few men have a grossly unfair share of it, as say you are all for marriage, and then let one man have all the wives.

In my next life I want to be a pessimist. Then other people could spend all their time cheering me up.

One reason you are stricken when your parents die is that the audience you've been aiming at all your life - shocking it, pleasing it - has suddenly left the theater.

Spring makes everything look filthy.

Things a mother should know: how to comfort a son without exactly saying Daddy was wrong.