A false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.
When all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.
This is the posture of fortunes slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.
I hate women because they have brought into the currency of our language such expressions as “all righty” and “yes indeedy” and hundreds of others.
Most of the faint intimations of immortality of which we are occasionally aware would seem to arise out of Art or the materials of Art.
Where most of us end up there is no knowing, but the hellbent get where they are going.
Men are more interesting than women, but women ae more fascinating.
It takes that je ne sais quoi which we call sophistication for a woman to be magnificent in a drawing-room when her faculties have departed but she herself has not yet gone home.
The dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two animals.
Dogs are obsessed with being happy.
If you are a police dog, where’s your badge?
Muggs was always sorry, Mother said, when he bit someone, but we could never understand how she figured this out. He didn’t act sorry.
No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.
Hundreds of hysterical persons must confuse these phenomena with messages from the beyond and take their glory to the bishop rather than the eye doctor.
The act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even re-writing’s fun. You’re getting somewhere, whether it seems to move or not.
My drawings have been described as pre-internationalist, meaning that they were finished before the ideas for them had occurred to me. I shall not argue the point.
Writers of comedy have outlook, whereas writers of tragedy have, according to them, insight.
Surely no other American institution is so bound around and tightened up by rules, strictures, adages, and superstitions as the Broadway theatre.
A burden in the bush is worth two on your hands.
A wet dog is lovingest.