We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.

In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.

Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

A woman's desire for revenge outlasts all her other emotions.

If Montaigne is a man in the prime of life sitting in his study on a warm morning and putting down the sum of his experience in his rich, sinewy prose, then Pascal is that same man lying awake in the small hours of the night when death seems very close and every thought is heightened by the apprehension that it may be his last.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy.