Money may not buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.

It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.

I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.

When man, Apollo man, rockets into space, it isn't in order to find his brother, I'm quite sure of that. It's to confirm that he hasn't any brothers.

Marriage? It's like asparagus eaten with vinaigrette or hollandaise, a matter of taste but of no importance.

What you call types of mind are only mental ages.

If you don't have imagination you're lost. But it's a virtue that's becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form: spontaneity. Mad, happy spontaneity.