When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

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.

A man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.

To make ourselves invisible to creditors or to the envious, and even to our own worries, we can take advantage here on earth of a great democratic institution-in fact, democracy's only success-the night.

Close your eyes, all you see is yours.

Destiny is simply the relentless logic of each day we live.