[On Lou Tellegen's Women Have Been Kind:] The book ... has all the elegance of a quirked little finger and all the glitter of a pair of new rubbers.

Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read, in the peculiarly repulsive phrase, with my eyes glued to the page.

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

The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement.