Wherever conversation's flowing, / Why must I feel it falls on me / To keep things going?

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.

Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

Let others, worn with living / And living's aftermath, / Take Sleep to heal the heart's distress, / Take Love to be their comfortress, / Take Song or Food or Fancy Dress, / But I shall take a Bath.

The saints differ from us in their exuberance, the excess of our human talents. Moderation is not their secret. It is in the wildness of their dreams, the desperate vitality of their ambitions, that they stand apart from ordinary people of good will.

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

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.