“An author never has a vacation. He’s a walking sponge, sopping up impressions till he’s saturated, then going to his desk and squeezing them out on paper.”

Life is the acceptance of responsibilities or their evasion; it is a business of meeting obligations or avoiding them.

A dog does not live as long as a man and this natural law is the fount of many tears. If boy and puppy might grow to manhood and doghood together, and together grow old.

To every man the choice is continually being offered, and by the manner of his choosing you may fairly measure him.

And so in due course die, full many a heartache might be avoided. But the world is not so ordered, and dogs will die and men will weep for them so long as there are dogs and men.