Ah! some love Paris, </br> And some, Purdue. </br> But love is an archer with a low I.Q. </br> A bold, bad bowman, and innocent of pity. </br> So I'm… - Phyllis McGinley

I’ll read as I please—a spot of science fiction, a taste of Jane Austen. Mark Twain and Keats and Agatha Christie shall sit cheek by jowl on my night table. And I’ll make it a point of honor to finish no book I’m not enjoying, also to skip as much and as often as I like. If I want to peek to see how a novel comes out, I’ll feel perfectly justified. I’ll go to Plato when I’m in the mood and the newest thriller when I’m not. For again, the little vices bring relaxation; and a bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides that necessary roughage in the literary diet.

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

Housewives more than any other race deserve well-furnished minds. They have to live in them such a lot of the time. ... We who belong to that profession hold the fate of the world in our hands.