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

Never confuse activity with action.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Nothing any good isn't hard.

To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.