Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.
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.
History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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.