[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.
[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?
Somebody was using the pencil.
Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance; God, for a man that solicits insurance!
If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.