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

A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.

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.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

But how is it now? All we get is orders; and the laws go out of the state. Them legislators set up there at Austin and don't do nothing but makes laws against kerosene oil and schoolbooks being brought into the state. I reckon they was afraid some man would go home some evening after work and light up and get an education and go to work and make laws to repeal aforesaid laws.