They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?
Somebody was using the pencil.
I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.
Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.
Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them