Ballade at Thirty-Five
...Princes, never I'd give offense,
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me.

Ballade at Thirty-Five
...Princes, never I'd give offense,
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me.
On seeing a worn-out toothbrush in their hostess's bathroom:
Fellow guest: "Whatever do you think she does with that?"
DP: "I think she rides it on Halloween."
As far as I'm concerned, the most beautiful word in the English language is "cellar-door".
John Huston is doing something called, very simply, The Bible. Now you must admit that's a big job. I think he's going to stop with Moses because he can't stand another moment - he is playing Moses, you see.
Promise me that my gravestone will carry only these words:
"If you can read this, you've come too close."
To someone who congratulated her with the words "What are you complaining about? You're married to a charming, handsome man who adores you. What more do you want?" :
"Presents."
Nickname for Alexander Woollcott's New York apartment:
"Wit's End."
Braggart
You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
While I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.
It's not the tragedies that trick us. It's the messes. I can't stand messes.
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.)
Hazel Morse was a large, fair woman of the type that incites some men when they use the word "blonde" to click their tongues and wag their heads roguishly.
To a friend who was upset that he had to get rid of his cat:
"Have you tried curiosity?"
Of a performance by Katherine Hepburn:
"She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B."
Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.
De Profundis
Oh, is it, then, Utopian
To hope that I may meet a man
Who'll not relate, in accents suave,
The tales of girls he used to have?
Of her second husband:
"Oh, don't worry about Alan. Alan will always land on somebody's feet."
To a supercilious youth who said he "simply couldn't bear fools":
"How odd. Your mother could apparently."
Of the 1930s:
"They were progressive days. We thought we were going to make the world better - I forget why we thought it, but we did."
Godspeed
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go rake your damned tomorrow!