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

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

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

Somewhere, there, is an analogy, in a small way, if you have the patience for it. But I guess it isn't a very good anecdote. I'm better at animal stories.