My Sort Of Looks Are Of The

[on Spiritualism:] I Always Knew The Living Talked Rot, But It's Nothing To The Rot The Dead Talk.

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

If You Have Been Sunned Through And Through Like An Apricot On A Wall From Your Earliest Days, You Are Oversensitive To Any Withdrawal Of Heat.

[to Jean Harlow, Who Repeatedly Mispronounced Her First Name:] No, No, Jean. The T Is Silent, As In Harlow.

You Can Do Something With Talent, But Nothing With Genius.