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.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

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.

This play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.

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

All those writers who write about their own childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room with me.

A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.