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

The Facts Of Life Are Very Stubborn Things.

I Have Read A Great Deal About What Animals Dream, But None Of It Has Ever Really Satisfied Me. I Believe They Dream Exactly The Way We Dream, And About Everything In Their Lives--that They Have Good Dreams And Bad Dreams In Almost Direct Proportion, As We Do, To Whether Their Lives Have Been More Good Than Bad. Unfortunately, Because The Majority Of Animals Have It So Much Tougher Than We Do, I Believe That The Majority Of Dreams, Except In The Most Fortunate Petdom, Are Bad.

I Will Omit But I Will Not Distort.

I've Always Had A Sneaking Fondness For Martin Van Buren. He Wrote His Autobiography, You Know, And Never Once Mentioned His Wife. Now That's What I Call A Mans Man.

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.