Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave.

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?

When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.

[After she and Clare Boothe Luce met in a doorway and the latter said, 'Age before beauty':] Pearls before swine.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.