“but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.”

“Yes, but knee pants are so much more flattering. You can see my legs."You want people to see your legs?"I have very nice legs!" We both paused to admire them for a moment.”

“In general, I would think that at present prose writers are much in advance of the poets. In the old days, I read more poetry than prose, but now it is in prose where you find things being put together well, where there is great ambition, and equal talent. Poets have gotten so careless, it is a disgrace. You can’t pick up a page. All the words slide off.”

“I don't see why God made any night; day is so much pleasanter…”

“He lay on the bed, freshly shaven and washed, legs crossed at the ankles and arms propped behind his head. His posture said, Yes, ladies. I truly am this handsome. And I don't even have to try.”

“I have made plenty of enemies in my lifetime, but none has ever done me as much injury as I do myself.”