His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

Genius can write on the back of old envelopes but mere talent requires the finest stationery available.

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.

What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

[Epitaph:] Involved in a plot.

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

[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?