Don't get it right, just get it written.

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.

Somebody has said that woman's place is in the wrong. That's fine. What the wrong needs is a woman's presence and a woman's touch. She is far better equipped than men to set it right.

He knows all about art, but he doesn't know what he likes.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog