Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light, They'd rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake 'till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from powders and from paints... So far I've had no complaints.

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.

I shudder at the thought of men.... I'm due to fall in love again

The only dependable law of life - everything is always worse than you thought it was going to be.

Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.