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Nicknames Are Fond Names. We Do Not Give Them To People We Dislike.

We No Longer Build Fireplaces For Physical Warmth—we Build Them For The Warmth Of The Soul; We Build Them To Dream By, To Hope By, To Home By.

Any Man Who Can Look Handsome In A Dirty Baseball Suit Is An Adonis. There Is Something About The Baggy Pants, And The Micawber-shaped Collar, And The Skull-fitting Cap, And The Foot Or So Of Tan, Or Blue, Or Pink Undershirt Sleeve Sticking Out At The Arms, That Just Naturally Kills A Man's Best Points.

There Are People Who Have A Penchant For Cities-more Than That, A Talent For Them, A Gift Of Sensing Them, Of Feeling Their Rhythm And Pulsebeats, As Others Have A Highly Developed Music Sense, Or Color Reaction. It Is A Thing That Cannot Be Acquired.

I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.