The turkey has a destiny which ends on San Martino's day.

The turnip is a capricious vegetable, which seems reluctant to show itself at its best.

It is the destiny of mint to be crushed.

Drink wine every day, at lunch and dinner, and the rest will take care of itself.

The oat is the Horatio Alger of cereals, which progressed, if not from rags to riches, at least from weed to health food.

The hard-drinking newspaperman is, or used to be, a stock character of fiction. Now he is being phased out of literature just as he is being phased out of life.

Set aside even one day just for fun, and you will improve the next seven.

So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of usWould end the self-same way, For none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray.

We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white

Democratic nations must try to find ways to starve the terrorist and the hijacker of the oxygen of publicity on which they depend.

If you don't like it, alter it, and if you can't alter it, put up with it.

I think there's this idea that lipstick is something quite old or something you'd only wear at night.

Life is wonder, endless, ceaseless wonder. If your energy level is low, then everything is gray, two-dimensional, boring, frustrating, and unhappy.

Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

Any experience can be transformed into something of value. [ - worthy of enjoying by knowing it could have been worse.]