[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

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.

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