Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling.

A woman can look both moral and exciting… if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.

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.

Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women...

Big doesn’t necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren’t better than violets.

It’s fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who’s hearing Cinderella for the first time.

Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth. Writing may be interesting, absorbing, exhilarating, racking, relieving. But...

Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy.

Beauty! Self-expression. Whatever you want to call it. You wait! She’ll turn on you some day. Some day you’ll want her, and she won’t be there.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

[She had] a gay adventuresome spirit that was never to die, though it led her into curious places and she often found, at the end, only a trackless waste from which she had to retrace...

A closed mind is a dying mind.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn’t here.

It’s terrible to realize you don’t learn how to live until you’re ready to die, and then it’s too late.

In the Haymarket! That Pop went to all the time! That is just dumb talk.

Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.

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.

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.

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.

If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there’s something wrong with American politics.

Life can’t defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death.