Write What You Like; There Is No

A Story With A Moral Appended Is Like The Bill Of A Mosquito. It Bores You, And Then Injects A Stinging Drop To Irritate Your Conscience.

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

She Plucked From My Lapel The Invisible Strand Of Lint (the Universal Act Of Woman To Proclaim Ownership).

There Are A Few Editor Men With Whom I Am Privileged To Come In Contact. It Has Not Been Long Since It Was Their Habit To Come In Contact With Me. There Is A Difference.

Love And Business And Family And Religion And Art And Patriotism Are Nothing But Shadows Of Words When A Man's Starving!