When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.
Somewhere, there, is an analogy, in a small way, if you have the patience for it. But I guess it isn't a very good anecdote. I'm better at animal stories.
Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.
[On Lou Tellegen's Women Have Been Kind:] The book ... has all the elegance of a quirked little finger and all the glitter of a pair of new rubbers.