Scratch any father, you find / Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, / Believing change is a threat.

Time is the thief you cannot banish.

Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.

It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.

Mere wealth, I am above it, / It is the reputation wide, / The playwright's pomp, the poet's pride / That eagerly I covet.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

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.