Mrs. Ewing was a short woman who accepted the obligation borne by so many short women to make up in vivacity what they lack in number of inches from the ground.

There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.

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.

Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.

[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.

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