London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.

When your bank account is so overdrawn that it is positively photographic, steps must be taken.

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Genius can write on the back of old envelopes but mere talent requires the finest stationery available.

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.