Whenever He Saw A Dollar In Another

He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine And Blood-red Tissue And Clear Weather.

If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.

East Is East, And West Is San Francisco

Inject A Few Raisins Of Conversation Into The Tasteless Dough Of Existence.

There Is One Day That Is Ours. There Is One Day When All We Americans Who Are Not Self-made Go Back To The Old Home To Eat Saleratus Biscuits And Marvel How Much Nearer To The Porch The Old Pump Looks Than It Used To. Thanksgiving Day Is The One Day That Is Purely American.