smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.

She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.

When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.