It isn't silence you can cut with a knife any more, it's interchange of ideas. Intelligent discussion of practically everything is what is breaking up modern marriage.

It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the depression.

The siren south is well enough, but New York, at the beginning of March, is a hoyden we would not care to miss--a drafty wench, her temperature up and down, full of bold promises and dust in the eye.

Familiarity is the thing-the sense of belonging. It grants exemption from all evil, all shabbiness.

A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.

Home was quite a place when people stayed there.

A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.