And I'll stay off Verlaine too; he was always chasing Rimbauds.

Benchley and I had an office in the old Life magazine that was so tiny, if it were an inch smaller it would have been adultery.

[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.

But I give you my word, in the entire book there is nothing that cannot be said aloud in mixed company. And there is, also, nothing that makes you a bit the wiser. I wonder--oh, what will you think of me--if those two statements do not verge upon the synonymous.

Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.