My verses, I cannot say poems. . . . I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers.

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?

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

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

Gertrude Stein did us the most harm when she said, 'You're all a lost generation.' That got around to certain people and we all said, 'Whee! We're lost.

[On William Lyon Phelps's Happiness:] It is second only to a rubber duck as the ideal bathtub companion. It may be held in the hand without causing muscular fatigue ... and it may be read through before the water has cooled. And if it slips down the drain pipe, all right, it slips down the drain pipe.

tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!