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.

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

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.

No friendship is an accident.