Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful.

Hollywood is one place in the world where you can die of encouragement.

On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

And I'll stay off Verlaine too; he was always chasing Rimbauds.