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

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.

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

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.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.

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