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

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.

Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.

On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

I misremember who first was cruel enough to nurture the cocktail party into life. But perhaps it would be not too much to say, in fact it would be not enough to say, that it was not worth the trouble.

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?