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

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.

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

Children are forced to live very rapidly in order to live at all. They are given only a few years in which to learn hundreds of thousands of things about life and the planet and themselves.

Women like other women fine. The more feminine she is, the more comfortable a woman feels with her own sex. It is only the occasional and therefore noticeable adventuress who refuses to make friends with us.

The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.