I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late.

Faithful women are all alike, they think only of their fidelity, never of their husbands.

A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.

I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

Death is the next step after the pension-it's perpetual retirement without pay.

There is nothing so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can't set it right in the course of an afternoon.