I have a fundamental faith in folk, that people are interesting and good.
The very rich and the very social are, often, the very stuffy.
If men ever discovered how tough women actually are, they would be scared to death.
America -- rather, the United States -- seems to me to be the Jew among the nations. It is resourceful, adaptable, maligned, envied, feared, imposed upon. It is warm-hearted, over-friendly; quick-witted, lavish, colorful; given to extravagant speech and gestures; its people are travelers and wanderers by nature, moving, shifting, restless; swarming in Fords, in ocean liners; craving entertainment; volatile. The chuckle among the nations of the world.
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.
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.
Opinion! If every one had so little tact as to give their true opinion when it was asked this would be a miserable world.
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
Writing is the greatest thing that can happen to a human being. It's the best.
How can you interview somebody about something fairly technical if you start on the wrong foot by not even knowing his name?
Beware of the beginnings of vice. Do not delude yourself with the belief that it can be argued against in the presence of the exciting cause. Nothing but actual flight can save you.