No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true, for what some terror in their hearts tells them is not true.

The American father is never seen in London. He passes his life entirely in Wall Street and communicates with his family once a month by means of a telegram in cipher.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned for seven moons over its loss.

I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

The only thing that ever consoles man for the stupid things he does is the praise he always gives himself for doing them.