All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?

[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.

In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

Quick!! Act as if nothing has happened!

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.