[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.

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

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

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.

I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.

In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave.

Trapped like a trap in a trap