As Oscar Wilde should have said, when bad ideas have nowhere else to go, they emigrate to America and become university courses.

At last, after innumerable glamorous and frightful years, mankind approaches a war which is totally predictable from beginning to end.

The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.

We thought philosophy ought to be patient and unravel people's mental blocks. Trouble with doing that is, once you've unravelled them, their heads fall off.

Vichy proves one thing: if you don't want to know how low your fellow citizens can fall, and crawl, don't lose a war.

Truth maybe stranger than fiction, but fiction is truer.

Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep one's belt buckled.