Nothing more rapidly inclines a person to go into a monastery than reading a book on etiquette. There are so many trivial ways in which it is possible to commit some social sin.

Is not the whole world a vast house of assignation of which the filing system has been lost?

What is privacy if not for invading?

All this cut-price transcendentalism does not prevent California from being a startlingly physical state. This becomes most obvious where Los Angeles saunters down to the sea. The region is called Venice.

You don't have to deal with anyone in America. They accept you the way you are.

In Manhattan, every flat surface is a potential stage and every inattentive waiter an unemployed, possibly unemployable, actor.

If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.