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.

It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.

The appreciative smile, the chuckle, the soundless mirth, so important to the success of comedy, cannot be understood unless one sits among the audience and feels the warmth created by the quality of laughter that the audience takes home with it.

A husband should not insult his wife publicly, at parties. He should insult her in the privacy of the home.

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.

No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.

There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.