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).

When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster...I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That's the story.

[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.

O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?