The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

God and other artists are always a little obscure.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.

I'll bet you anything you like that half an hour after they have met, they will be calling each other sister. Women only do that when they have called each other a lot of other things first.

Artists, like the Greek gods, are only revealed to one another.

There is no such thing as a heterosexual male, only men who haven't met Oscar Wilde yet.

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.