It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

At birth the Devil touched my tongue.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

Despite his persecutions, Mr. [Upton] Sinclair reveals himself in Money Writes! to be an enviable man. Always the thing he desires to believe is the thing he feels he knows to be true.

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

I don't want to be classed as a humorist. It makes me feel guilty. I've never read a good tough quotable female humorist, and I never was one myself. I couldn't do it. A "smartcracker" they called me, and that makes me sick and unhappy. There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.