To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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.