He must have undergone a moral deterioration, an atrophy of the generous instincts, and I don't see why it shouldn't have reached his mental make-up.

He has sharpened, but he has narrowed; his sagacity has turned into suspicion, his caution to meanness, his courage to ferocity.
That's the way I philosophize a man of Dryfoos's experience, and I am not very proud when I realize that such a man and his experience are the ideal and ambition of most Americans.

I rather think they came pretty near being mine, once." "No, dear, they never did," his wife protested.
"Well, they're not likely to be in the future.

The Dryfoos feature of 'Every Other Week' is thoroughly distasteful to me." "Why, but he hasn't really got anything to do with it, has he, beyond furnishing the money ?" "That's the impression that Fulkerson has allowed us to get.

But the man that holds the purse holds the reins.