The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.

Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

Things are never so bad that they can't get worse. But they're sometimes so bad they can't get better.

The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.

Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.

One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.