Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Maybe it is only I, but conditions are such these days, that if you use studiously correct grammar, people suspect you of homosexual tendencies.

On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.

Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.

Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

Upton Sinclair is his own King Charles' head. He cannot keep himself out of his writings, try though he may; or, by this time, try though he doesn't.

If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.