Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you write. (In this connection don't do as I do, but do as I say.

Mercedes nursed a special grievance - the grievance of sex. She was pretty and soft, and had been chivalrously treated all her days. But the present treatment by her husband and brother was everything save chivalrous. It was her custom to be helpless. They complained. Upon which impeachment of what to her was her most essential sex pregorative, she made their lives unendurable.

I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of unselfish adventure and ethical romance. And I saw before me, ever blazing and burning, the Holy Grail.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.