[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.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life

East is East, and West is San Francisco

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

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