Surfing is like that. You are either vigorously cursing or else you are idiotically pleased with yourself.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

There are some people who don't conform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows down or pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted against it. Perhaps I was born color blind. When I see the red signal -- I can't help forging ahead. And in the end, you know, that spells disaster.

One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.

To every problem, there is a most simple solution.

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

Life itself is an unsolved mystery", said the clergyman gravely.