Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray

They tire of quiet, that have known the storm

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.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn, the word "sophisticate" means, very simply, "obscene." A sophisticatedstory is a dirty story. Some of that meaning was wafted eastward and got itself mixed up into the present definition. So that a "sophisticate" means: one who dwells in a tower made of a DuPont substitute for ivory and holds a glass of flat champagne in one hand and an album of dirty post cards in the other.