I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.
Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal.
In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.