Men love a joke - on the other fellow. But your really humorous woman loves a joke on herself.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

All houses in which men have lived and suffered and died are haunted houses.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.