Whenever a man encounters a woman in a mood he doesn't understand, he wants to know if she's tired.
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.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to.
Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.
Politics is the diversion of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men.