The main thing is to get what little happiness there is out of life in this wartorn world because ‘these are the good old days’ now.

I was wondering today what the religion of the country is - and all I could come up with is sex.

H. L. Mencken told me once that he answered all his mail, pleasant and unpleasant, with just one line, 'You may be right.' That's the way I feel now. It is in the realm of possibility, just barely, that I could be the one who's wrong.

Autobiography is mostly alibiography.

But if God had wanted us to think just with our wombs, why did He give us a brain?

The women who inspired this play deserved to be smacked across the head with a meat ax and that, I flatter myself, is exactly what I smacked them with.

A woman's best protection is a little money of her own.