Man seems to be an animal whose capacity for lies is only equalled by his credulity; it does no good to let battalions of cats outof bags, to produce whole harems of naked facts, people eat the same three meals daily deception, and are always ready to turn with fury upon the purveyors of bagless cats and facts undraped. Probably their instinct is wise. Who knows?

Display advertising and the movies, though they may dull the wits, certainly stimulate the eyes.

But what's the good of freedom? What can you do with it? What one wants is to live well and have a beautiful house and be respected by people.

This ain't a war... It's a goddam whorehouse.

Git an eyeful of cesspool alley the land of opportunity.

Mealtime's the only time I get to devote to the things of the spirit.

It's easy to forget how central the French people are in everything we mean when we say Europe.