As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?

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

Honesty means nothing until you are tested under circumstances where you are sure you could get away with dishonesty.

Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.

Guido Natso is natso guido.

[Hospitalized and pressing the nurse's button before dictating letters to her secretary:] This should assure us of at least forty-five minutes of undisturbed privacy.