The spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.

It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American people, while infinitely generous, are a hard and strong race and, but for the few cemeteries I have seen, I am inclined to think they never die.

He couldn't see a belt without hitting below it.

The Almighty is a wonderful handicapper: He will not give us everything.

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

Haunted from my early youth by the transitoriness and pathos of life, I was aware that it is not enough to say "I am doing no harm," I ought to be testing myself daily, and asking myself what I am really achieving.

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