Housework’s the hardest work in the world. That’s why men won’t do it.
A whole roomful of Jews is like a charged battery. The vitality sparks seem to fly, and frequently the result is a short circuit.
But I have felt that to be a Jew was, in some ways at least, to be especially privileged.
No one in the United States has the right to own millions of acres of American land, I don’t care how they came by it.
The astronomers tell us that other planets are gifted with two – four – even nine lavish moons. Imagine the romantic possibilities of nine moons.
Nicknames are fond names. We do not give them to people we dislike.
Anything can have happened in Oklahoma. Practically everything has.
If men ever discovered how tough women actually are, they would be scared to death.
I don’t know what it is that makes a writer go to his desk in his shut-off room day after day after year after year unless it is the sure knowledge that not to have done the daily stint of writing that day is infinitely more agonizing than to write.
A writer’s working hours are his waking hours. He is working as long as he is conscious and frequently when he isn’t.
The very rich and the very social are, often, the very stuffy.
Cherry cobbler is shortcake with a soul.
I’m not much to look at”, replied Elizabeth, “but I’m beautiful inside.
A closed country is a dying country... A closed mind is a dying mind.′ from a radio broadcast in 1947.
It’s been my experience,” observed Emma McChesney, “that when a firm condescends to pay a woman twice as much as a man, that means she’s worth six times as much.
Sweat and blood and health and youth go into every cabbage. Did you know that, Julie? One doesn’t despise them as food, knowing that.
The leading lady had a large and saving sense of humor. But there is nothing that blunts the sense of humor more quickly than a few months of one-night stands. Even O. Henry could have seen nothing funny about that room.
What could be more exciting! As long as you’re fascinated and as long as you keep on fighting the things you think are wrong, you’re living. It isn’t the evil people in the world who do the most harm. It’s the sweet do-nothings that can destroy us.
Wasn’t marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded? Wasn’t it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laugher and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?
And within her something was screaming: “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! He knows French. And those girls that can row and everything. And me, I don’t know anything. Oh, God, what’ll I do?