Life Is A Series Of Relapses And

Nothing Is Improbable Until It Moves Into The Past Tense.

The Wealthy Have Nothing Left Except Money.

It Is Not Time For Mirth And Laughter, The Cold, Gray Dawn Of The Morning After.

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.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But Would Not Cost Half As Much During The Winter Months.