It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

It's only in silence that you can judge of your relationship to a person.

The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.

Women who are not living ought to spend all their time cracking jokes. In a rotten society women grow witty; making a heaven while they wait.

Men would always rather be made love to than talked at.

The question was not how to get a job, but how to live by such jobs as I could get.

Clear thought makes clear speech.