Name for a pet parrot:
"Onan" (because he spilled his seed on the bottom of his cage.)

Name for a pet parrot:
"Onan" (because he spilled his seed on the bottom of his cage.)
Braggart
You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
While I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.
To a friend who asked her if she liked her hair:
"Lovely. I can't wait for mine to go gray so I can have it made blue."
Of a play by Channing Pollock:
"The House Beautiful" is The Play Lousy.
Rhyme Against Living
If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide;
If cool my heart and high my head,
I think, "How lucky are the dead!"
Oscar Wilde
If, with the literate, I am
Impelled to try an epigram,
I never seek to take the credit;
We all assume that Oscar said it.
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.)
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."
Of an actress who, she was told, had fallen and broken a leg in London:
"Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister."
Superfluous Advice
Should they whisper false of you,
Never trouble to deny;
Should the words they say be true,
Weep and strom and swear they lie.
Women who live alone in small residential hotels throughout the United States have plenty of money and plenty of time: their only occupation is to spend one and kill the other.
Words of Comfort to be Scratched on a Mirror
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
But oh, what a good girl am I!
Name of her poodle:
"Cliche."
Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
Challenged to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence:
"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think."
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!
Pictures in the Smoke
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;
The second love was water, in a clear white cup;
The third love was his, and the fourth was mine;
And after that, I always get them all mixed up.
On being told that someone wouldn't hurt a fly:
"Not if it was buttoned up."