I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.

Our Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and bums, and Mack and the boys. Virtues and graces and laziness and zest. Our Father who art in nature.

Again it might have been the American tendency in travel. One goes, not so much to see but to tell afterward.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

The story [Henny-Penny] has the best opening in all literature-"The sky is falling," cried Henny-Penny, "and a piece of it fell on my tail.