If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can't hear an enzyme.

Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.

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

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.

People are more fun than anyone.