One Smell Of Brimstone Makes The Whole

Those Who Are Entitled To It Get It Sooner Or Later.

Familiarity Breeds Contentment.

Mark Twain Said (particularly About Pink Marsh): "i Have Been Reading Him Again, And My Admiration Overflows All Limits. ... How Effortless The Limning! It Is As If The Work Did Itself, Without Help Of The Master's Hand."

Nothing Is Improbable Until It Moves Into The Past Tense.

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.