Love is a misunderstanding between two fools.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses.

The trouble with women is, that when they grow up, they turn into their mothers. The trouble with men is, that they don't.

Most people are other people.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America