Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.

Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.

Now, look, baby, 'Union' is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.

[Hospitalized and pressing the nurse's button before dictating letters to her secretary:] This should assure us of at least forty-five minutes of undisturbed privacy.