A man in love is like a clipped coupon - it's time to cash in.
He's the kind of man who picks his friends - to pieces.
You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.
Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? (She made this remark in February 1936, at the railway station in Los Angeles upon her return from Chicago, when a Los Angeles police officer was assigned to escort her home)
Sometimes I don't drink so the next day I can remember having fun.
I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.