A Lot Of Smart Young People Have

I Am Thoroughly Tired Of The Fable Style Of Narrative And Shall Do My Best To Get Up Something Entirely Different And Possibly Little More Worthy.

One Man's Poison Ivy Is Another Fellow's Spinach.

The Higher They Fly The Harder They Fall.

For Parlor Use, The Vague Generality Is A Life Saver.

I Got The Breaks. Starting From Nowhere In The Corn Belt, I Helped Edit A Country Weekly, Then Was Jack-of-all-departments On An Obscure Daily, So That When I Arrived In A Big City Everything I Tackled In The Line Of Column Conducting And Syndicate Peddling And Playwriting Had To Bring Promotion, Because I Had No Social Standing Which Could Be Endangered, No Reputation To Toss Away And No Pride Which Might Suffer A Setback. Everything I Acquired Had To Be Velvet. You Cannot Lose Your Silver Spoon If You Are Brought Up On Pewter.