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

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

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr's.

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?

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?

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