She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.

Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

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

Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.

No friendship is an accident.

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