What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.

Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair.

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps.

There are books that one needs maturity to enjoy just as there are books an adult can come on too late to savor.

Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with one man.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.