The definition of eternity is two people and a ham.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.
I fell into writing, I suppose, being one of those awful children who wrote verses. I went to a convent in New York-the Blessed Sacrament... I was fired from there, finally, for a lot of things, among them my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful.
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.