Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.
Of Orson Welles: It’s like meeting God without dying.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
Mrs. Ewing was a short woman who accepted the obligation borne by so many short women to make up in vivacity what they lack in number of inches from the ground.
Just begin a story with such a phrase as ‘I remember Disraeli – poor old Dizz! – once saying to me, in answer to my poke in the eye,’ and you will find me and Morpheus off in a corner, necking.
A list of authors who have made themselves most beloved and therefore, most comfortable financially, shows that it is our national joy to mistake for the first-rate, the fecund rate.
Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.
Eternity is a ham and two people.
Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don’t know ten souls who read him without a middleman.
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
A girl’s best friend is her mutter.
I don’t mind anything that’s written about me, as long as it’s not true.
There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
It’s easier to write about those you hate – just as it’s easier to criticize a bad play or a bad book.
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman’s moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?
There was always something immensely comic to her in the thought of living elsewhere than New York. She could not regard as serious proposals that she share a western residence.
Money is only congealed snow.