Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love – or tries to.
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.
But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.
Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.
I never go to weddings. Waste of time. Person can get married a dozen times. Lots of folks do. Family like ours, know everybody in the state of Texas and around outside, why, you could spend your life going to weddings. But a funeral, that’s different. You only die once.
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life’s Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d’oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.
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.
About mistakes it’s funny. You got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs they get mad.
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.