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Be Always Decent And Right In Your Home Town; And When You're On The Road, Never Take More Than Four Glasses Of Beer A Day Or Play Higher Than A Twenty-five-cent Limit.

I'll Give You The Sole Secret Of Short-story Writing, And Here It Is: Rule 1. Write Stories That Please Yourself. There Is No Rule 2. The Technical Points You Can Get From Bliss Perry. If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.

A Straw Vote Only Shows Which Way The Hot Air Blows.

But The Best, In My Opinion, Was The Home Life In The Little Flat--the Ardent, Voluble Chats After The Day's Study; The Cozy Dinners And Fresh, Light Breakfasts; The Interchange Of Ambitions--ambitions Interwoven Each With The Other's Or Else Inconsiderable--the Mutual Help And Inspiration; And--overlook My Artlessness--stuffed Olives And Cheese Sandwiches At 11 P.m.

This Fair But Pitiless City Of Manhattan Was Without A Soul ... Its Inhabitants Were Manikins Moved By Wires And Springs.