Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.

The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.

Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.