It's not the tragedies that trick us. It's the messes. I can't stand messes.

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."
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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!
Asked what she did for fun:
"Everything that isn't writing is fun."
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.
I hate Women. They get on my Nerves.
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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."
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."
On hearing the door bell or telephone ringing:
"What fresh hell is this?"
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."