Those whom we first love we seldom marry

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.

In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in its greatness.

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

The magi, as you know, were wise men wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents.

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