Thoughts have no sex.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals.

I was wondering today what the religion of the country is - and all I could come up with is sex.

The women who inspired this play deserved to be smacked across the head with a meat ax and that, I flatter myself, is exactly what I smacked them with.

The main thing is to get what little happiness there is out of life in this wartorn world because ‘these are the good old days’ now.

Young men still desire women as much as ever, even though they don't want to marry them as much.