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

Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.

You can't appreciate home till you've left it, money till it's spent, your wife till she's joined a woman's club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.

If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.