Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past in this manner, life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.

They ended as all great passions do end - by a misunderstanding.

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

Pity is woman's sweetest charm.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.