A closed mind is a dying mind.

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

Bizarre as was the name she bore, Kim Ravenal always said she was thankful it had been no worse.

But I have felt that to be a Jew was, in some ways at least, to be especially privileged.

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.

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

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.