Nickname for Alexander Woollcott's New York apartment:
"Wit's End."

Nickname for Alexander Woollcott's New York apartment:
"Wit's End."
Telegram to an actress who finally had her baby after many carefully contrived appearances during her long pregnancy:
"GOOD WORK. WE ALL KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU."
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.)
Introducing her first husband:
"I want you to meet my little husband."
Mortal Enemy
Let another cross his way
She's the one will do the weeping!
Little need I fear he'll stray
Since I have his heart in keeping.
Let another hail him dear -
Little chance that he'll forget me!
Only need I curse and fear
Her he loved before he met me.
Her locks had been so frequently and so drastically brightened and curled that to caress them, one felt, would be rather like running one's fingers through julienne potatoes.
Experience
Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that clears up the matter.
Bonne Bouche was all that Mrs Hazelton could ask of a pet. She was tiny, she was noiseless, and she had a real talent for sleeping. Mrs Hazelton loved her truly.
Of her job at Vanity Fair:
"My boss is an idiot, and the rest of the staff is four young men who go to pieces easily. Even when they're in the best of health, you have to stand on their insteps to keep them from flying away."
I should have stayed home for dinner. I could have had something on a tray. The head of John the Baptist, or something.
On being warned by her doctor that if she didn't stop drinking she would be dead within a month:
"Promises, promises!"
To a supercilious youth who said he "simply couldn't bear fools":
"How odd. Your mother could apparently."
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!
Lips that taste of tears are the best for kissing.
Of her pet dog's mange:
"I suppose he got it from a lamp-post."
Of Elmer Rice:
"Without question the worst fuck I ever had."
I require only three things of a man: he must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid.
On being told at a Halloween party that people were ducking for apples:
"There, but for a single consonant, is the story of my life."
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."