A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows

Turn up the lights — I don't want to go home in the dark.

Take it from me — he's got the goods.

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

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

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

Not very long ago some one invented the assertion that there were only "Four Hundred" people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen — the census taker — and his larger estimate of human interest has …