The House Beautiful is, for me, the play lousy.

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

Obscenity is a notable enhancer of life and is suppressed at grave peril to the arts.

I still think of myself really as a New Yorker.

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.