Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.

Sex touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.

Impersonal criticism?is like an impersonal fist fight or an impersonal marriage, and as successful.

Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.

So long as there is one pretty girl left on the stage, the professional undertakers may hold up their burial of the theater.

Like everybody else, when I don't know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.