It's said that love makes the world go around. Let me tell you, the announcement lacks verification. It's the wind from the dinner horn that does it.

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.

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.

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

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

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.