On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?
Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
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.
[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.
I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.