I Suppose It Is A Gift, Being

There Are Only Two Kinds Of People In The World That Really Count. One Kind's Wheat And The Other Kind's Emeralds.

The Ideal View For Daily Writing, Hour For Hour, Is The Blank Brick Wall Of A Cold-storage Warehouse. Failing This, A Stretch Of Sky Will Do, Cloudless If Possible.

But I Have Felt That To Be A Jew Was, In Some Ways At Least, To Be Especially Privileged.

Spring ... Made Fair False Promises Which Summer Was Called Upon To Keep.

I'm Tired Of Hearing You Men Say That This And That And The Other Isn't Woman's Work. Any Work Is Woman's Work That A Woman Can Do Well.