I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

Upton Sinclair is his own King Charles' head. He cannot keep himself out of his writings, try though he may; or, by this time, try though he doesn't.

[On Lou Tellegen's Women Have Been Kind:] The book ... has all the elegance of a quirked little finger and all the glitter of a pair of new rubbers.