I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

A girl's best friend is her mutter.

Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

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

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

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