Why, I'd Horse-whip You If I Had

Man Does Not Control His Own Fate. The Women In His Life Do That For Him.

Practically Everybody In New York Has Half A Mind To Write A Book, And Does.

Groucho: You Know I Think You're The Most Beautiful Woman In The World? Woman: Really? Groucho: No, But I Don't Mind Lying If It Gets Me Somewhere.

I Write By Ear. I Tried Writing With The Typewriter, But I Found It Too Unwieldy

A Thing That Has Always Baffled Me About Women Is That They Will Saturate Themselves With A Pint Of Perfume, A Pound Of Sachet Powder, An Evil-smelling Lip Rouge, A Peculiar-smelling Hair Ointment And A Half-dozen Varieties Of Body Oils, And Then Have The Effrontery To Complain Of The Aroma Of A Fine Dollar Cigar.