There are the stars--doing their old, old crisscross journeys in the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings out there. Just chalk... or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. Strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest.

A living is made, Mr Kemper, by selling something that everybody needs at least once a year.Yes, sir! And a million ismade by producing something that everybody needs every day.You artists produce something that nobody needs at any time.

There's nothing like mixing with women to bring out all the foolishness in a man of sense.

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?

Enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.

The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.

If a man has no vices, he is in great danger of making vices about his virtues, and there's a spectacle.