That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.

Never one thing and seldom one person can make for a success. It takes a number of them merging into one perfect whole.

I contend that every woman has the right to feel beautiful, no matter how scrambled her features, or how indifferent her features.

I'll have my double chins in privacy.

If there's one thing I know, it's men. I ought to. It's been my life's work.

I have had a couple of marriages, but like every other woman I had a perfect right to them.

I never weep over lost money, for I figure I'd rather go to the poorhouse once than go there every day.