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.

Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.

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

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

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.

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).