Cursed be good haps, and cursed be they that build / Their hopes on haps, and do not make despair / For all these certain blows the surest shield.

The flour will carmelize in this way just as the sugar carmelizes: that is, a change will take place.

Hitch up the grey mare.

I love pretty shoes that are utterly gorgeous and totally impractical—what I call prissy shoes. […] I would love it if I could wear my prissy shoes for my whole life's journey — no stones on my path, no difficult cracks or crevices; just nice, smooth, straight highways of life.