The trouble is people leave too much to luck. They get married and then trust to luck. They should be sure in the first place.

Never play cards with a man named Doc, and never eat at a place called Mom's.

Socially, I never belonged to any class, rich or poor. To the rich I was poor, and to the poor I was poor pretending to be like the rich.

But whats the use of being old if you cant be dumb?

So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.

When Caroline Walker fell in love with Julian English she was a little tired of him. That was in the summer of 1926, one of the most unimportant years in the history of the United States, and the year in which Caroline Walker was sure her life had reached a pinnacle of uselessness.

I can get very depressed by a review that is unfair, unreasonable, and totally destructive.