I Can't Take A Well-tanned Person Seriously.

On Resigning As Collaborator On The Memoirs Of The Former Wallis Warfield Simpson, New Summaries, 6 October 1955. You Can't Make The Duchess Of Windsor Into Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm.

Unlike Some People Who Have Experienced The Loss Of An Animal, I Did Not Believe, Even For A Moment, That I Would Never Get Another. I Did Know Full Well That There Were Just Too Many Animals Out There In Need Of Homes For Me To Take What I Have Always Regarded As The Self-indulgent Road Of Saying The Heartbreak Of The Loss Of An Animal Was Too Much Ever To Want To Go Through With It Again. To Me, Such An Admission Brought Up The Far More Powerful Admission That All The Wonderful Times You Had With Your Animal Were Not Worth The Unhappiness At The End.

The Facts Of Life Are Very Stubborn Things.

It Suddenly Dawned On Me One Day, When I Was Reading In The Paper About A Woman Wrestler, That Being A Curmudgeon Was The Last Thing In The World That A Man Can Be That A Woman Cannot Be. Women Can Be Irritating -- After All, They Are Women -- But They Cannot Be Curmudgeons.

Every Damn President Since I Can Remember Has Been So In Love With Foreign Policy That They're Just Like A Schoolboy With A New Girl.