I don't think I have a tragic demeanor.

In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.

The law is simply expediency wearing a long white dress.

Nowadays people don't use face powder; they say it dries the skin. But I makeup in the old-fashioned way.

Another friend began to say, "Well, Quentin has a problem of adjusting himself to society and he..." This sentence was never finished. The ballet teacher expostulated, "I don't agree. Quentin does exactly as he pleases. The rest of us have to adapt ourselves to him."

To lose is not always failure.

If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style.