“Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.”

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.

Women’s weapon, water-drops.

When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man’s starving!

The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.

It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

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

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

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

If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

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.

Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.

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.

I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky.

I thought, what’s going on? Did some whale get washed up to shore? So I stood up on the table to see what it was, and it was the director.

You know, it’s no accident that the great painters came from areas like Europe where there is a lot of clouds and rain, which begets color and subtle washes of tone.

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I’m washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles.

Where does rain come from? It comes from all the dirty water that evaporates from the earth, like urine and the water you throw out after washing your feet.

If you’re at the sink washing the cup, wash the cup. Don’t worry about everything else. We forget to appreciate the simplest moments of the day, the sublime in the ordinary.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.