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.

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

I'll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.

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

It's said that love makes the world go around. Let me tell you, the announcement lacks verification. It's the wind from the dinner horn that does it.

Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.

If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.