It was written without fear and without research.

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

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen." [From a column dated November 17, 1928]

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

Everybody's got their troubles.