He never saved anything; the dreamer never does.

Then one day the end came to the long lane, as it always does to those who keep on.

A book was accepted and published; and then followed the first play.
By and by, when his name began to figure in the dramatic news items, and home visitors in New York returned to boast about the Warrington "first nights," the up-state city woke and began to recollect things--what promise Warrington had shown in his youth, how clever he was, and all that.

Nothing succeeds like success, and nobody is so interesting as the prophet who has shaken the dust of his own country and found honor in another.

Human nature can't help itself: the women talked of his plays in the reading-clubs, the men speculated on the backs of envelopes what his royalties were, and the newspaper that had given him a bread-and-butter pittance for a man's work proudly took it upon itself to say that its columns had fostered the genius in the growing.