I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.

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

What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers.

Mrs. Ewing was a short woman who accepted the obligation borne by so many short women to make up in vivacity what they lack in number of inches from the ground.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

Quick!! Act as if nothing has happened!

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.