[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.

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?

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

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

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man's hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn't take it any other way.

If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.