Frigidity is largely nonsense. It is this generation's catchword, one only vaguely understood and constantly misused. Frigid women are few. There is a host of diffident and slow-ripening ones.

A bookworm in bed with a new novel and a good reading lamp is as much prepared for pleasure as a pretty girl at a college dance.

Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

Love or perish" we are told and we tell ourselves. The phrase is true enough so long as we do not interpret it as "Mingle or be a failure.

Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.

Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.

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