Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.
Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to 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.
If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there's something wrong with American politics.