If the devil could be persuaded to write a bible, he would title it, "You Only Live Once."

Men make counterfeit money; in many more cases, money makes counterfeit men.

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we have stopped saying 'It got lost,' and say, 'I lost it.'

History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.

The art of living consists in knowing which impulses to obey and which must be made to obey.

When you run into someone who is disagreeable to others, you may be sure he is uncomfortable with himself; the amount of pain we inflict upon others is directly proportional to the amount we feel within us.

Norbert Blei is a writer the way people used to be troubadours and minstrels, celebrating what he has seen and heart and felt in a deceptively simple style reminiscent of the early Sherwood Anderson. . . . Like Anderson, he is a lover, and his affection invests his writing with a singular charm.