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

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.

Honesty means nothing until you are tested under circumstances where you are sure you could get away with dishonesty.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Trapped like a trap in a trap

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.