A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.

Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

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.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

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.