Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

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

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?

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.

[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.