It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.

There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.

It couldn’t have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.

It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.

When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.

It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.

If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.

If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man’s starving!

Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.

It is said that love makes the world go ’round – the announcement lacks verification. It’s wind from the dinner horn that does it.

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.