Love is the infinite placed within the reach of poodles. I have my dignity!

Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.

Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.

So many vaginas, stomachs, cocks, snouts, and flies you don't know what to do with them ... shovelsfull! ... but hearts? ... very rare! in the last five hundred million years too many cocks and gastric tubes to count ... but hearts? ... on your fingers!.

Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.