[Hospitalized and pressing the nurse's button before dictating letters to her secretary:] This should assure us of at least forty-five minutes of undisturbed privacy.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

Like many a better one before me, I have gone down under the force of numbers, under the books and books and books that keep coming out and coming out and coming out, shoals of them, spates of them, flash floods of them, too blame many books, and no sign of an end.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

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.

Scratch an actor and you'll find an actress.