The paternalist is a sentimentalist at heart, and the sentimentalist is always potentially cruel.

The town is an advertisement for itself; none of its charms are left to the visitor's imagination.

Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique, and not too much imagination.

I'll bet Shakespeare compromised himself a lot; anybody who's in the entertainment industry does to some extent.

Do you think it makes people nasty to be loved? You know it doesn’t! Then why should it make them nice to be loathed? While you’re being persecuted, you hate what’s happening to you, you hate the people who are making it happen; you’re in a world of hate. Why, you wouldn’t recognize love if you met it! You’d suspect love! You’d think there was something behind it—some motive—some trick.

As they embrace, she kisses him full on the mouth. And suddenly sticks her tongue right in. She has done this before, often. It’s one of those drunken long shots which just might, at least theoretically, once in ten thousand tries, throw a relationship right out of its orbit and send it whizzing off on another. Do women ever stop trying? No. But, because they never stop, they learn to be good losers.

The Nazis were not right to hate the Jews. But their hating of Jews was not without a cause. No one ever hates without a cause.