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

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.

It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

Men should only believe half of what women say. But which half?

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

Human beings are like timid punctuation marks sprinkled among the incomprehensible sentences of life.

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.