There's No Sauce For Play Like Work.

Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

I Don't Know What It Is That Makes A Writer Go To His Desk In His Shut-off Room Day After Day After Year After Year Unless It Is The Sure Knowledge That Not To Have Done The Daily Stint Of Writing That Day Is Infinitely More Agonizing Than To Write.

It Was Part Of Thetexas Ritual? We Know About Champagne And Caviar But We Talk Hog And Hominy.

I Never Go To Weddings. Waste Of Time. Person Can Get Married A Dozen Times. Lots Of Folks Do. Family Like Ours, Know Everybody In The State Of Texas And Around Outside, Why, You Could Spend Your Life Going To Weddings. But A Funeral, That's Different. You Only Die Once.

Perhaps Too Much Of Everything Is As Bad As Too Little.