Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

Life is tons of discipline.

When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.