I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

Success comes to a writer, as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.

He virtually lives on fish

The lunches of fifty-seven years had caused his chest to slip down to the mezzanine floor.