To be alive is a fine thing. It is the finest thing in the world, though hazardous. It is a unique thing. It happens only once in a lifetime. To be alive, to know consciously that you are alive, and to relish that knowledge -- this is a kind of magic. Or it may be a kind of madness, exhilarating but harmless.

Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.

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.

Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.

No woman ought to pretend she's intelligent. And if she is she ought to have the intelligence to pretend she isn't.

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.

Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it?