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

[After she and Clare Boothe Luce met in a doorway and the latter said, 'Age before beauty':] Pearls before swine.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!

The definition of eternity is two people and a ham.

Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)