Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.

If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.

Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read, in the peculiarly repulsive phrase, with my eyes glued to the page.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.

[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?

The only “ism” Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.