The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on.

In eroticism as dance: one of the partners is always charged with leading the other.

Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.

Jealousy isn't a pleasant quality, but if it isn't overdone (and if it's combined with modesty), apart from its inconvenience there's even something touching about it.

The young man called the waiter and paid. Then he got up and said to the girl: 'We're going.' Where to?' The girl feigned surprise. Don't ask, just come on,' said the young man. Is that any way to talk to me?' It's the way I talk to whores.

Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.

The combination of a frivolous form and a serious subject immediately unmasks the truth about our dramas.