When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.

She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.

She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.

I am invariably and have been since adolescence inimical to the Republican mind which shows at the most inflated size the bad qualities of the bourgeoisie rather than the good qualities of the middle class which the Democrats call forth.

When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.

Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars. Nature has been more splendid than man.