More from Dorothy Parker
- By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
- By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying. Unfortunate Coincidence
- Every year, back comes Spring,
- Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
- If, with the literate, I am
- If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it.
Last reviewed 2026-07-08