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

Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask.

The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great.

The salesman knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

To get into the best society, nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people - that is all!

For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.