The rarest of all things in American life is charm. We spend billions every year manufacturing fake charm that goes under the heading of public relations. Without it, America would be grim indeed.

That our popular art forms have become so obsessed with sex has turned the U.S.A into a nation of hobbledehoys; as if grown people don't have more vital concerns, such as taxes, inflation, dirty politics, earning a living, getting an education, or keeping out of jail.

I always say that a girl never really looks as well as she does on board a steamship, or even a yacht.

Nobody can tell about this California climate. One minit its hot and the next minit its cold, so a person never knows what to hock.

In its heyday, Hollywood reflected, if it did not actually produce, the sexual climate of our land.

Pleasure that isn't paid for is as insipid as everything else that's free.

Tallulah [Bankhead] was the foremost naughty girl of her era but, in those days, "naughty" meant piquant, whereas values have so changed that now, in the 1970s, it generally means nauseating.