(Scottish Terriers) have all the compactness of a small dog and all the valor of a big one. And they are so exceedingly sturdy that it is proverbial that the only thing fatal to them is being run over by an automobile - in which case the car itself knows it has been in a fight.

[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back in style.

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.

The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.

There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.

I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.