You can’t teach an old dogma new tricks.
I don’t care what is written about me so long as it isn’t true.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Never complain, never explain.
If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised.
I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
By the time you swear you’re his,
- Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
- Infinite, undying,
Lady, make a note of this —
- One of you is lying.
First printed in Life, (8 April 1926)