On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?

I was the toast of two continents: Greenland and Australia.

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.

Genius can write on the back of old envelopes but mere talent requires the finest stationery available.

It was written without fear and without research.

The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters. The boys have gone hog-wild with liberty, yet the short flat terms used over and over, both in dialogue and narrative, add neither vigor nor clarity; the effect is not of shock but of something far more dangerous — tedium.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.