Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.

I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.

Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.

The stupidity of a stupid man is mercifully intimate and reticient, while the stupidity of an intellectual is cried from the rooftops.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

I believe that the Jews have made a contribution to the human condition out of all proportion to their numbers: I believe them to be an immense people. Not only have they supplied the world with two leaders of the stature of Jesus Christ and Karl Marx, but they have even indulged in the luxury of following neither one nor the other.

Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.