I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.

Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.