Although I Am Not Stupid,

She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face Till She Looks Like A Bled Pig.

[to Her Host Upon Leaving A Party:] Don't Think It Hasn't Been Charming, Because It Hasn't.

The Ingrained Idea That, Because There Is No King And They Despise Titles, The Americans Are A Free People Is Pathetically Untrue. . . . There Is A Perpetual Interference With Personal Liberty Over There That Would Not Be Tolerated In England For A Week.

[to Jean Harlow, Who Repeatedly Mispronounced Her First Name:] No, No, Jean. The T Is Silent, As In Harlow.

All I Can Say About My Mind Is That, Like A Fire Carefully Laid By A Good Housemaid, It Is One That Any Match Will Light.