I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.

Women and elephants never forget.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.

[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?

Scratch an actor and you'll find an actress.

It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.