Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

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.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.

We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.