Truthfulness with me is hardly a virtue. I cannot discriminate between truths that and those that don't need to be told.

[To her host upon leaving a party:] Don't think it hasn't been charming, because it hasn't.

From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.

There are big men, men of intellect, intellectual men, men of talent and men of action; but the great man is difficult to find, and it needs --apart from discernment --a certain greatness to find him.

If Kitchener was not a great man, he was, at least, a great poster.

[To Jean Harlow, who repeatedly mispronounced her first name:] No, no, Jean. The t is silent, as in Harlow.

I do not say I was ever what I would call "plain," but I have the sort of face that bores me when I see it on other people.