The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

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

Children from ten to twenty don't want to be understood. Their whole ambition is to feel strange and alien and misinterpreted so that they can live austerely in some stone tower of adolescence, their privacies unviolated.

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

Marriage is a lot of things-an alliance, a sacrament, a comedy, or a mistake; but it is definitely not a partnership because that implies equal gain. And every right-thinking woman knows the profit in matrimony is by all odds hers.

Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man s. It is in the boys gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business that gossip reaches its luxuriant flower.

Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.