It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in its greatness.

You can't appreciate home till you've left it, money till it's spent, your wife till she's joined a woman's club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.

He studied cities as women study their reflections.

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.

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

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man's hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn't take it any other way.