History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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.
When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.
I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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.