Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.