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

Mere wealth, I am above it, / It is the reputation wide, / The playwright's pomp, the poet's pride / That eagerly I covet.

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.

Time is the thief you cannot banish.

Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.

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

Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry.