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.

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

Oh, princes thrive on caviar, the poor on whey and curds, / And politicians, I infer, must eat their windy words. / It's crusts that feed the virtuous, it's cake that comforts sinners, / But writers live on bread and praise at Literary Dinners.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

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

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.