I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.

He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.

FREEDLEY: Will I feel better after I take it? DR. FITCH (coldly): I, am a physician, Freedley, not an astrologer. If you want a horoscope, there's a gypsy tearoom over on Lexington Avenue.

I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

Where would the Rockefellers be today if old John D. had gone on selling short-weight kerosene ... to widows and orphans instead of wisely deciding to mulct the whole country.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.