Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.
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.
