When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.

There is indeed no such thing in life as absolute darkness; one's eyes revolt and hasten to fill the vacuum by floating in sparks, dream patterns, figures whimsical and figures grotesque, shifting and clad in complementary colors, to appease the indignant cups and rods of the retina.

Verily, men do foolish things thoughtlessly, knowing not why; but no woman doeth aught without a reason.

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Every person has some splendid traits and if we confine our contacts so as to bring those traits into action, there is no need of ever being bored or irritated or indignant.

When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.

In the mind of a woman, to give birth to a child is the short cut to omniscience.