Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy.
— Edna Ferber
Any garment which is cut to fit you is much more becoming, even if it is not so splendid as a garment which has been cut to fit somebody not of your stature.
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
A woman can look both moral and exciting... if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.
It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die, and then it's too late.
If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there's something wrong with American politics.
A closed mind is a dying mind.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
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.
Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.
Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.
Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
