Of Orson Welles: It's like meeting God without dying.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters. ... Obscenity is too valuable a commodity to chuck around all over the place; it should be taken out of the safe on special occasions only.

Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.