Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!

I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.

Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.