Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!

Benchley and I had an office in the old Life magazine that was so tiny, if it were an inch smaller it would have been adultery.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.