I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of children, already gathered like crikets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

People talk of the courage of convictions, but in actual life a man's duty to his family may make a rigid course seem a selfish indulgence of his own righteousness.

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.