There is only one object on earth that frightens me: a physicist working on a new trick.

We are all vainer of our luck than of our merits.

The fricassee with dumplings is made by a Mrs. Miller whose husband has left her four times on account of her disposition and returned four times on account of her cooking.

Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.

Labels are for the things men make, not for men. The most primitive man is too complex to be labeled.

The constant petty behests of life permit few opportunities for major satisfactions, and when one is offered it should be seized.

As a professional writer of detective stories, I string along with the ballplayers. I love a ball game.