[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen." [From a column dated November 17, 1928]

If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.

This play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.

You do what you can, and you do it because you should. But all you can do is all you can do.

I can't talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on. I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even refer to the place by name. ''Out there,'' I called it.

The House Beautiful is the play lousy.