Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

[After she and Clare Boothe Luce met in a doorway and the latter said, 'Age before beauty':] Pearls before swine.

Like many a better one before me, I have gone down under the force of numbers, under the books and books and books that keep coming out and coming out and coming out, shoals of them, spates of them, flash floods of them, too blame many books, and no sign of an end.

Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.

Eternity is a ham and two people.

I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.