There is no well defined boundary line between honesty and dishonesty. The frontiers of one blend with the outside limits of the other, and he who attempts to tread this dangerous ground may be sometimes in the one domain and sometimes in the other.

I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

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.

If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York

If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.

There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

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.