[I'm] as broke as the ten commandments.

To persons of spirit like ourselves the only happy marriage is that which is based on a firm foundation of almost incessant quarrelling.

It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.

No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me.

Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.

Providence seems to look after the chumps of this world; and, personally, I'm all for it.

New York is a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed.