Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

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.

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

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

There is satisfaction in seeing one's household prosper; in being both bountiful and provident.

Ah, snug lie those that slumber Beneath Conviction's roof. Their floors are sturdy lumber, Their windows weatherproof. But I sleep cold forever And cold sleep all my kind, For I was born to shiver In the draft from an open mind.

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.