In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet.

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

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.

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

Marriage is a lot of things-an alliance, a sacrament, a comedy, or a mistake; but it is definitely not a partnership because that implies equal gain. And every right-thinking woman knows the profit in matrimony is by all odds hers.

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.