Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair..

How happy is the Optimist / To whom life shows its sunny side / His horse may lose, his ship may list, / But he always sees the funny side..

I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is a myth willfully fostered and nourished by certain semi-scientists and other ….

Not reading poetry amounts to a national pastime here..

When blithe to argument I come, Though armed with facts, and merry, May Providence protect me from The fool as adversary, Whose mind to him a kingdom….

I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate..

The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men. A girl has to keep it in mind: They are dragon seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any ….

The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls..

It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde..

Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child..

Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters..

The system - the American one, at least - is a vast and noble experiment. It has been polestar and exemplar for other nations. But from kindergarten ….

Time is the thief you cannot banish..

There is satisfaction in seeing one's household prosper; in being both bountiful and provident..

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

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation..

Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same. Gossip is the tool of the poet, the shop….

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 ….

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

Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps..

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on….