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.

In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.

History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.

My advice to you, if you should ever be in a hold up, is to line up with the cowards and save your bravery for an occasion when it may be of some benefit to you.

When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster...I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That's the story.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

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