When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

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.

A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.

I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.

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.