It is also said of me that I now and then contradict myself. Yes, I improve wonderfully as time goes on.

A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to.

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

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

I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.

The Russian dramatist is one who, walking through a cemetery, does not see the flowers on the graves. The American dramatist . . . Does not see the graves under the flowers.

To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.