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

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.

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.

Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.