I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they're all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.

Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.

It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

Take most people, they are crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, they are always talking about have many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that is even newer. I do not even like old cars. . . . I'd rather have a horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.

They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.