I've read some of your modern free verse and wonder who set it free.

Mr. [John] Barrymore's smile was the smile of an actor who hates actors, and who knows that he is going to kill two or three before the play is over. I am not an actor-killer, but I like my Hamlets to dislike actors, if you know what I mean, and I think you don't.

My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.

I've read some of your modern free verse and wonder who set it free.

Busy yourselves with this, you damned walruses, while the rest of use proceed with the libretto.

You can't drown yourself in drink. I've tried; you float.

I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.