The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot,… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
[At the reception following her remarriage to Alan Campbell:] People who haven't talked to each other in years are on speaking terms… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I… — 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