The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.

I found that my name signed to a check was even more welcome than when signed to a letter.

Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption.

War is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle. War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.

There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.