But Always, To Her, Red And Green

Roast Beef, Medium, Is Not Only A Food. It Is A Philosophy. ... Roast Beef, Medium, Is Safe, And Sane, And Sure.

But Always, To Her, Red And Green Cabbages Were To Be Jade And Burgundy, Chrysoprase And Prophyry. Life Has No Weapons Against A Woman Like That.

Any Piece Of Furniture, I Don't Care How Beautiful It Is, Has Got To Be Lived With, And Kicked About, And Rubbed Down, And Mistreated By Servants, And Repolished, And Knocked Around And Dusted And Sat On Or Slept In Or Eaten Off Of Before It Develops Its Real Character ... A Good Deal Like Human Beings.

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.

Any Man Who Can Look Handsome In A Dirty Baseball Suit Is An Adonis. There Is Something About The Baggy Pants, And The Micawber-shaped Collar, And The Skull-fitting Cap, And The Foot Or So Of Tan, Or Blue, Or Pink Undershirt Sleeve Sticking Out At The Arms, That Just Naturally Kills A Man's Best Points.