There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.

Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow's grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.

What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?

The magi, as you know, were wise men wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

East is East, and West is San Francisco

It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.

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.

Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr's.

Those whom we first love we seldom marry

A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

He studied cities as women study their reflections.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth's burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.

My advice to you, if you should ever be in a hold up, is to line up with the cowards and save your bravery for an occasion when it may be of some benefit to you.

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

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

History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.

Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.