The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Style is doing things not in any way but in the best way.

Without bigots, eccentrics, cranks and heretics the world would not progress.

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.

Men like to pursue an elusive woman like a cake of wet soap - even men who hate baths.

The old say, "I remember when." The young say, "What's the news?"