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

I have been devoured all my life by an incurable and burning impatience: and to this day find all oratory, biography, operas, films, plays, books, and persons, too long.

She spends her day powdering her face till she looks like a bled pig.

There is nothing more perplexing in life than to know at what point you should surrender your intellect to your faith.

[On spiritualism:] I always knew the living talked rot, but it's nothing to the rot the dead talk.

Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.

Convictions no doubt have to be modified or expanded to meet changing conditions but ... to be a reliable political leader sooner or later your anchors must hold fast where other men's drag.