She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.
Dorothy ParkerIf all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
Dorothy ParkerMy love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
Dorothy Parker