I've had my best times when trailing a Mainbocher evening gown across a sawdust floor. I've always loved high style in low company.

There's nothing colder than chemistry.

One might feel that, at my age, I should look on life with more gravity. After all, I've been privileged to listen, firsthand, tosome of the most profound thinkers of my daywho were all beset by gloom over the condition the world had gotten into. Then why can't I view it with anything but amusement?

From early Colonial days, sex life in America had been based on the custom of men supporting women. That situation reached its heyday in the Twenties when it was easy for any dabbler in stocks to flaunt his manhood by lavishing an unearned income on girls. But with the stock-market crash, men were hard put even to keep their wives, let alone spend money on sex outside the home. The adjustment was much easier on women than on men, who jumped out of windows in droves, whereas I can't recall a single headline that read: KEPT GIRL LEAPS FROM LOVE NEST.

Tallulah [Bankhead] never bored anyone, and I consider that humanitarianism of a very high order indeed.

Men no longer prefer blondes. Today gentlemen seem to prefer gentlemen.

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