It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

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

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.

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

But how is it now? All we get is orders; and the laws go out of the state. Them legislators set up there at Austin and don't do nothing but makes laws against kerosene oil and schoolbooks being brought into the state. I reckon they was afraid some man would go home some evening after work and light up and get an education and go to work and make laws to repeal aforesaid laws.

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.

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.