George Sand
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France.)

George Sand
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France.)
George Sand
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France.)
Coda
There's little in taking or giving
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Summary
Every love's the love before
In a duller dress.
That's the measure of my lore -
Here's my bitterness:
Would I knew a little more,
Or very much less!
Oh, I said it all right. You know how it is. A joke. When people expect you to say things, you say things. Isn't that the way it is?
"Whatever is, is good" - your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest gift of all - a friend.
Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt
You ask but leave to follow to the end
(Couldn't you wait until I took you out?)
naming your kid parker is just a guy who parks. fight me
On returning by boat from Spain:
"The crossing was so rough the only thing I could keep on my stomach was the First Mate."
On her pregnancy:
"It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard."
Charles Dickens
Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words!
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
Of her second husband:
"Oh, don't worry about Alan. Alan will always land on somebody's feet."
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning, "You can't have everything."
Hemmingway avoids New York, for he has the most valuable asset an artist can possess - the fear of what he knows is bad for him.
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
On being asked if she was going to join Alcoholics Anonymous :
"Certainly not. They'd want me to stop now."
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke:
And that, I think, is worse.
Of a play by Channing Pollock:
"The House Beautiful" is The Play Lousy.
When the New Yorker editor, Harold Ross, asked her why she hadn't been to the office during the week to write her usual piece:
"Someone was using the pencil."