It's easier to write about those you hate — just as it's easier to criticize a bad play or a bad book.

Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.

There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

A list of authors who have made themselves most beloved and therefore, most comfortable financially, shows that it is our national joy to mistake for the first-rate, the fecund rate.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

Work is the province of cattle.