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!
[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?
Art is a form of catharsis.
[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back in style.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.