The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

The trouble with young writers is that they are all in their sixties.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and this is that there is very little about which one can be certain

In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.

No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind.

Unfortunately sometimes one can't do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy.

Affection is created by habit, community of interests, convenience and the desire of companionship. It is a comfort rather than an exhilaration.