Hold your pen and spare your voice.
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me.
...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.
I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.
[After she and Clare Boothe Luce met in a doorway and the latter said, 'Age before beauty':] Pearls before swine.