When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
I hate writing, I love having written.