I hate to do what everybody else is doing. Why, only last week, on Fifth Avenue and some cross streets, I noticed that every feminine citizen of these United States wore an artificial posy on her coat or gown. I came home and ripped off every one of the really lovely refrigerator blossoms that were sewn on my own bodices.

Circumstances alter faces.

musicians rarely have a sense of humour, at least, about themselves.

A critic is a necessary evil, and criticism is an evil necessity.

Patriotism covers a multitude of sins.

A profit is not without honor save in Boston.

Contentment is the result of a limited imagination.