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Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
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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.
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Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.
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A closed mind is a dying mind.
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It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die, and then it's too late.
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Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
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A woman can look both moral and exciting... if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.
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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.
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Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.
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If American politics are too dirty for women to take part in, there's something wrong with American politics.
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Roast beef, medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy.
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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.
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Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.
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Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.