A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

— Dorothy Parker

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

— Dorothy Parker

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

— Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad-Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.

— Dorothy Parker

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

— Dorothy Parker

Be you wise and never sad, You will get your lovely lad. Never serious be, nor true, And your wish will come to you--And if that makes you happy, kid, You'll be the first it ever did.

— Dorothy Parker

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

— Dorothy Parker

But I give you my word, in the entire book there is nothing that cannot be said aloud in mixed company. And there is, also, nothing that makes you a bit the wiser. I wonder--oh, what will you think of me--if those two statements do not verge upon the synonymous.

— Dorothy Parker

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this --One of you is lying.

— Dorothy Parker

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.

— Dorothy Parker