But I Have Felt That To Be

Your Idea Of Bliss Is To Wake Up On A Monday Morning Knowing You Haven't A Single Engagement For The Entire Week. You Are Cradled In A White Paper Cocoon Tied Up With Typewriter Ribbon.

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

The Feminine In The Man Is The Sugar In The Whisky. The Masculine In The Woman Is The Yeast In The Bread. Without These Ingredients The Result Is Flat, Without Tang Or Flavor.

Big Doesn't Necessarily Mean Better. Sunflowers Aren't Better Than Violets.

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.