They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

Hollywood is one place in the world where you can die of encouragement.

I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.