In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.

I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.

Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

You come to the United States not knowing what to expect. Then all your worst prejudices are confirmed.

There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.

The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.