A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical to my loneliness because of their indifference to it. Out of these pieces of inimical indifference, I intend to represent the desolate smile of winter which, as you must have gathered, is the smile I wear.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.