celebratin' New Year's Eve is like eatin' oranges. You got to let go your dignity t' really enjoy 'em.

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.

A story must simmer in its own juice for months or even years before it's ready to serve.

There's no sauce for play like work.

In New York the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener, and the girls are prettier, and the steaks are thicker, and the buildings are higher, and the streets are wider, and the air is finer, than the sky, or the grass, or the girls, or the steaks, or the air of any place else in the world.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.

Emma McChesney was engaged in that nerve-wracking process known as getting things out of the way. When Emma McChesney aimed to get things out of the way she did not use a shovel; she used a road-drag.