London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.

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.

Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.

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

Scratch an actor and you'll find an actress.