Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Well, there are always those who cannot distinguish between glitter and glamour . . . the glamour of Isadora Duncan came from… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly ... — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Into love and out again, Thus I went and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen: Well and bitterly… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine.… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'check enclosed.” — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think Ill give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
