That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.

Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?)

Wit is like caviar - it should be served in small portions and not spread about like marmalade.

You always ought to have tom cats arranged, you know - it makes 'em more companionable.

Criticism and Bolshevism have one thing in common. They both seek to pull down that which they could never build.

My life really has been one long extravaganza.

Acting is not a state of being ... but a state of appearing to be.