I’m of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.
Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.
If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don’t, and what if I do?
Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.
There’s life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn...
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
The sun’s gone dim, and the moon’s gone black. For I loved him, and he didn’t love back.
Flowers are heaven’s masterpiece.
Sometimes I think I’ll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.
London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.
Friends come and go but I wouldn’t have thought you’d be one of them.
I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.
This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn’t touch a superlative again with an umbrella.
Somebody was using the pencil.
I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, come sit by me.
There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.
Gratitude – the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.
Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.