In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.

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

A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.

Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.