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.

Rumor is untraceable, incalculable, and infectious.

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

There are some people that you cannot change, you must either swallow them whole or leave them alone.

The power to love what is purely abstract is given to few.

My father's nature turned out no waste product; he had none of that useless stuff in him that lies in heaps near factories. He took his own happiness with him.

My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.