[On Katharine Hepburn's stage performance:] She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

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

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.

Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.