I Do Not Say I Was Ever

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

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.

If Kitchener Was Not A Great Man, He Was, At Least, A Great Poster.

He Couldn't See A Belt Without Hitting Below It.

To Marry A Man Out Of Pity Is Folly; And, If You Think You Are Going To Influence The Kind Of Fellow Who Has Never Had A Chance, Poor Devil, You Are Profoundly Mistaken. One Can Only Influence The Strong Characters In Life, Not The Weak; And It Is The Height Of Vanity To Suppose That You Can Make An Honest Man Of Anyone.