People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.
[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.
The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.
Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.