Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Women's Lib? Poor little things. They always look so unhappy. Have you noticed how bitter their faces are?

I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love.

My God, I'm four hundred years old and the most I can do is look three hundred.

Care for your clothes, like the good friends they are

I used to wash my hands every ten minutes. I couldn't step out of the house unless I had gloves on. I wouldn't smoke a cigarette unless I opened the pack myself, and I would never use another cigarette out of that pack if someone else had touched it.

If you have an ounce of common sense and one good friend you don't need an analyst.