You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.

Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

Humanity has been passing through a gray and desolate time of confusion.

Every man in a bank hates what the bank does and yet the bank does it.