I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.

It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.

Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

You can't be a successful Dictator and design women's underclothing.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.