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.

Writing, to be memorable, must be done in a state of impassioned serenity.

The goat's business is none of the sheep's concern.

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

Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.

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.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.