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.

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

Nature abhors a vacuum, even in the heads of statesmen.

What generally passes for 'thought' among the majority of mankind is the time one takes out to rearrange one's prejudices.

Lying increases the creative faculties, expands the ego, and lessens the frictions of social contacts.

In politics women type the letters, lick the stamps, distribute the pamphlets and get out the vote. Men get elected.

I refuse the compliment that I think like a man, thought has no sex, one either thinks or one does not.