When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.