A closed mind is a dying mind |
A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects |
A woman can look both moral and exciting - if she also looks as if it were quite a struggle |
America / rather, the United States / seems to me to be the Jew among the nations. It is resourceful, adaptable, maligned, envied, feared, imposed upon. It is warm-hearted, over-friendly; quick-witted, lavish, colorful; given to extravagant speech and gestures; its people are travelers and wanderers by nature, moving, shifting, restless; swarming in Fords, in ocean liners; craving entertainment; volatile. The chuckle among the nations of the world. |
Any garment which is cut to fit you is much more becoming, even if it is not so splendid as a garment which has been cut to fit somebody not of your stature |
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle. |
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets. |
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling. |
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling. |
I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours. |
I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must he somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, faultfinding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice -- they all make fine fuel. |
Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death-fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant. |
Life cannot defeat a writer who is in love with writing; for life itself is a writer's love until death. |
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causes you to bump into people not going your way |
Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth. Writing may be interesting, absorbing, exhilarating, racking, relieving. But amusing? Never! |