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

Some suggestions for you :

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

A closed mind is a dying mind.

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

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

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

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.

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.

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.

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.

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

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