I've never known a Philadelphian who wasn't a downright 'character'; possibly a defense mechanism resulting from the dullness of their native habitat.

So we came to the Ritz hotel and the Ritz Hotel was divine. Because when a girl can sit in a delightful bar and have delicious champagne cocktails and look at all the important French people in Paris, I think it is divine.

Any girl who was a lady would not even think of having such a good time that she did not remember to hang on to her jewelry.

It isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.

with a mental equipment which allows me to tell the difference between hot and cold, I stand out in this community like a modern day Cicero. Dropped into any other city of the world, I'd rate as a possibly adequate night watchman.

Fate keeps on happening.

The wrong side of the tracks is livelier.