Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

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

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

[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.

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.

This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.