She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.

A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.

If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

I'll give you the sole secret of short-story writing, and here it is: Rule 1. Write stories that please yourself. There is no rule 2. The technical points you can get from Bliss Perry. If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.