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 don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.

Maybe it is only I, but conditions are such these days, that if you use studiously correct grammar, people suspect you of homosexual tendencies.

[On Edna Ferber's Ice Palace] ... the book, which is going to be a movie, has the plot and characters of a book which is going to be a movie.

[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.

Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful.