Benchley and I had an office in the old Life magazine that was so tiny, if it were an inch smaller it would have been adultery.

Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.

[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?

Perhaps it suddenly brought to us the sense of change. Or irresponsibility. But don't forget that, though the people in the twenties seemed like flops, they weren't. Fitzgerald, the rest of them, reckless as they were, drinkers as they were, they worked damn hard and all the time.

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

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.