A pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.

In the pathways between office and home and home and the houses of settled people there are always, ready to snap at you, the little perils of routine living, but there is no escape in the unplanned tangent, the sudden turn.

You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.

Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.

Muggs was always sorry, Mother said, when he bit someone, but we could never understand how she figured this out. He didn't act sorry.