I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.

I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.

In the streets of New York between seven and nine in the morning you will see the slow procession of dog and downer proceeding from street to tree to hydrant to trash basket. They are apartment dogs. They are taken out twice a day, and, while it is a cliché, it is truly amazing how owner and dog resemble each other. They grow to walk alike and have the same set of head.

A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.