A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.
[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.
My verses, I cannot say poems. . . . I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers.
It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.