[Celery] is as fresh and clean as a rainy day after a spell of heat. It crackles pleasantly in the mouth…. it should be eaten alone, for it is the only food which one really wants to hear oneself eat. – A.A. Milne (1882–1956), “A Word for Autumn,” Not That It Matters
One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me. – Harriet Beecher Stowe