Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.

In this age, lies were the universal lubricant of the culture. A love of Truth and commitment to it were seldom rewarded and were often punished.

After his dinner, the wolfhound liked to prowl the grounds, sniffing the grass to learn what creatures of field and forest had recently visited. The yard was Merlin's newspaper.

Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.

Tonight I have nothing to do but to dream and hope.

Where Norman Rockwell is the Artist for the man on the street, O'Henry is his author.

Happiness is pleasure without regret

There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word became the only word of their romantic conversation.

This life is but the childhood of our immortality.

There is no case where ignorance should be preferred to knowledge - especially if the knowledge is terrible.

The big secret in acting is listening to people.

The music of Wagner imposes mental tortures that only algebra has the right to inflict.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.