To a friend who was upset that he had to get rid of his cat:
"Have you tried curiosity?"

To a friend who was upset that he had to get rid of his cat:
"Have you tried curiosity?"
On hearing that President Calvin Coolidge had died:
"How could they tell?"
Her own epitaph:
"Excuse My Dust"
Name of her poodle:
"Cliche."
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.
Why would anybody choose a career?
Lips that taste of tears are the best for kissing.
It's not the tragedies that trick us. It's the messes. I can't stand messes.
Introducing her first husband:
"I want you to meet my little husband."
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.
Leaving her place one day at the Algonquin Round Table:
"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
(pause)
"I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarassed to say so."
Braggart
You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
While I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.
Thought For a Sunshiny Morning
It costs me never a stab or squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
"Aha, my little dear," I say,
"Your clan will pay me back one day."
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."
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."
Never trust a round garter or a Wall Street man.
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.
There always must be some kind of hitch.
Isn't nature (finish this line for yourself
and get a year's subscription to the Boston Post).
Of Margot Asquith's four-volume autobiography:
"The affair between Margo Asquith and Margo Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature."
On being told that someone wouldn't hurt a fly:
"Not if it was buttoned up."