Said of her husband on the day their divorce became final: Oh, don't worry about Alan. . . . Alan will always land on somebody's feet.

[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light, They'd rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake 'till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from powders and from paints... So far I've had no complaints.

[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.