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

Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.

I still can't decide which is more fun - reading or writing.

I understand the technique of eccentricity; it would be futile for a man to labor at establishing a reputation for oddity if he were ready at the slightest provocation to revert to normal action.

Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.

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.

A schedule broken at will becomes a mere procession of vagaries.