Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.

Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

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.

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

The only dependable law of life - everything is always worse than you thought it was going to be.