A profit is not without honor save in Boston.

Society's the mother of convention.

Insistent advice may develop into interference, and interference, someone has said, is the hind hoof of the devil.

When I feel that I'm going to write a detective story, I buy a five pound box of chocolates and a ream of paper. When the candy is all gone and the paper all used up, I know that the book is long enough.

A fool and his money are soon married.

Invitation is the sincerest flattery.

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.