The sign of an intelligent people is their ability to control their emotions by the application of reason.

In an age where the lowered eyelid is just a sign of fatigue, the delicate game of love is pining away. Freud and flirtation are poor companions.

Is there no end to this escalation of desire?

Women are repeatedly accused of taking things personally. I cannot see any other honest way of taking them.

Money is not an aphrodisiac: the desire it may kindle in the female eye is more for the cash than the carrier.

the car, by bisecting the human outline, diminishes it, producing a race of half-people in a motion not of their own making

Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow.