Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.

The Enemy, who wears her mother's usual face and confidential tone, has access; doubtless stares into her writing case and listens on the phone.

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

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.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.