Well, men go to musicals. Women are the ones that buy the tickets for plays.

An artist is his own fault.

But whats the use of being old if you cant be dumb?

The trouble is people leave too much to luck. They get married and then trust to luck. They should be sure in the first place.

Much as I like owning a Rolls-Royce, I could do without it. What I could not do without is a typewriter, a supply of yellow second sheets and the time to put them to good use.

So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.

I can get very depressed by a review that is unfair, unreasonable, and totally destructive.