The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light, They'd rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake 'till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from powders and from paints... So far I've had no complaints.

Quick!! Act as if nothing has happened!

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

The cleverest woman on earth is the biggest fool on earth with a man.

The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters. The boys have gone hog-wild with liberty, yet the short flat terms used over and over, both in dialogue and narrative, add neither vigor nor clarity; the effect is not of shock but of something far more dangerous — tedium.

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

I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.