That amenity which the French have developed into a great art . . . conversation.

Emily and I have now reached the time in life when not only do we lie about our ages, we forget what we've said they are.

It's not that I don't want to be a beauty, that I don't yearn to be dripping with glamour. It's just that I can't see how any woman can find time to do to herself all the things that must apparently be done to make herself beautiful and, having once done them, how anyone without the strength of mind of a foreign missionary can keep up such a regime.

Public opinion which, to be sure, can at times be helpful, must never for an instant swerve us from what we know in our heart we are trying to convey. For honesty is the great requisite of art. If we remain honest with ourselves, art, which is always there, never lets us down.

mosquitoes were using my ankles as filling stations.

All I have learned about horses is that they are beautiful overrated creatures and are all born quite insane.

... I have always fallen for ads. The sweetheart of J. Walter Thompson, I have a peasant-like belief in whatever miracle they profess to effect.