I am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.

I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.

When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.