Women's weapon, water-drops.

By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal.

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.

Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

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.

When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.

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