The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.
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.
Write what you like; there is no other rule.
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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 is said that love makes the world go 'round - the announcement lacks verification. It's wind from the dinner horn that does it.
Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.
Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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