There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.