I can't paint. I can't write. I can't sing. But I can decorate and run a house, and light it, and heat it, and have it like a living thing.

Simplicity, suitability and proportion.

I was not ugly. I might never be anything for men to lose their heads about, but I need never again be ugly. This knowledge was like a song within me. Suddenly it all came together. If you were healthy, fit, and well-dressed, you could be attractive.

You can't take it with you. There are no pockets in a shroud.

Good dressing is largely a question of detail and accessories.

No, I don't take soup. You can't build a meal on a lake.

No one chair should be isolated.