He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

How different it all was from what you'd planned.

Girls like you are responsible for all the tiresome colorless marriages; all those ghastly inefficiencies that pass as feminine qualities. What a blow it must be when a man with imagination marries the beautiful bundle of clothes that he's been building ideals around, and finds that she's just a weak, whining, cowardly mass of affectations!

Intelligence is measured by a person's ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.