“Tom, I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.”

“I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.”

“I read somewhere that the sun's getting hotter every year," said Tom genially. "It seems that pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun--or wait a minute--it's just the opposite--the sun's getting colder every year." 1925”

“The war spirit's getting into me again. I have a hundred years of Ohio love behind me and I'm going to bomb out this trench.”

“Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.”

“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”

“I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.”