Let me listen to me and not to them.

A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.

A country house is not the same as a house in a country and a hotel in the country is not the same as a hotel in a town but is it in a small town.

To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write.

But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don't get young men standing up and saying, 'How can I combine career and family?'

Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.