Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.
A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.
Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.
Much more frequent in Hollywood than the emergence of Cinderella is her sudden vanishing. At our party, even in those glowing days, the clock was always striking twelve for someone at the height of greatness; and there was never a prince to fetch her back to the happy scene.
The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.
For many years Hollywood held this double lure for me, tremendous sums of money for work that required no more effort than a game of pinochle.
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
Life's full of loss, who knows the cost, living in the memory of the love that never was.
Our body is there right now. You did not have to earn a thing. It is a gift. You are a hero every time you step out of your front door to do some exercise.
Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.
My aim is to agitate and disturb people. I'm not selling bread; I'm selling yeast.