Men can't be trusted with pruning shears any more than they can be trusted with the grocery money in a delicatessen . . . They are like boys with new pocket knives who will not stop whittling.

What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.

The human animal needs a freedom seldom mentioned, freedom from intrusion. He needs a little privacy as much as he wants understanding or vitamins or exercise or praise.

Shunning the upstart shower, / The cold and cursory scrub, / I celebrate the power / That lies within the Tub.

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

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

Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.