He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass

Love is a hole in the heart.

Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.

A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.

In pre-movie days, the business of peddling lies about life was spotty and unorganized. It was carried on by the cheaper magazines, dime novels, the hinterland preachers and whooping politicians.

I'm a Hollywood writer, so I put on my sports jacket and take off my brain.