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To all things clergic I am allergic.
Nothing risque, nothing gained.
His huff arrived and he departed in it.
Babies in silk hats playing with dynamite.
You haven't lived until you died in New York.
Los Angeles is seven suburbs in search of a city.
She was like a sinking ship firing on the rescuers.
A broker is a man who runs your fortune into a shoestring.
Everything I like is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
The two oldest professions in the world — ruined by amateurs.
Reading Proust is like bathing in someone else's dirty water.
There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day.
The English have an extraordinary ability for flying into a great calm.
There's nothing wrong with Oscar Levant - nothing a miracle won't cure.
A hick town is one where there is no place to go where you shouldn't go.
The scenery in the play was beautiful, but the actors got in front of it.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with Oscar Levant that a miracle can't fix.
All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening.
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
Today just might be the best day to start seriously thinking about quitting smoking.
Germany was the cause of Hitler as much as Chicago is responsible for the Chicago Tribune.
One listens to one's lawyer prattle on as long as one can stand it and then signs where indicated.
Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.
I'm tired of hearing it said that democracy doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. We are supposed to work it.
Mrs. Patrick Cambell is an aged British battleship sinking rapidly and firing every available gun on her rescuers.
At 83, George Bernard Shaw's mind was perhaps not quite as good as it used to be, but it was still better than anyone else's.
It comes from the likes of you! Take what you can get! Grab the chances as they come along! Act in hallways! Sing in doorways! Dance in cellars!
It was Mrs. Campbell, for instance, who, on a celebrated occasion, threw her companion into a flurry by describing her recent marriage as "the deep, deep peace of the double-bed after the hurly-burly of the chaise-longue."
I count it a high honor to belong to a profession in which the good men write every paragraph, every sentence, every line, as lovingly as any Addison or Steele, and do so in full regard that by tomorrow it will have been burned, or used, if at all, to line a shelf.
Once in pre-war days, when curiously-bonneted women drivers were familiar sights at the taxi-wheels, I cried out to one in my dismay: "Is there no speed limit in this mad city?" "Oh, yes, monsieur," she answered sweetly over her shoulder, "but no one has ever succeeded in reaching it."
