Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream: it may be so the moment after death.

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

My father liked Iowa. He lived his whole life in the state, and is even now working his way through eternity there, in Glendale Cemetery in Des Moines.

The society in which each man lives is at once the basis for, and the nemesis of, that fulness of life which each man seeks.