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.

He studied cities as women study their reflections.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

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

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

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.

There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.