He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine

Inject A Few Raisins Of Conversation Into The Tasteless Dough Of Existence.

Fortune Is A Prize To Be Won. Adventure Is The Road To It. Chance Is What May Lurk In The Shadows At The Roadside.

When A Man Begins To Be Hilarious In A Sorrowful Way You Can Bet A Million That He Is Dyeing His Hair.

What Is The World At Its Best But A Little Round Field Of The Moving Pictures With Two Walking Together In It?

Except In Streetcars One Should Never Be Unnecessarily Rude To A Lady.