Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

People are not heterosexual or homosexual, just sexual.

Though intelligence is powerless to modify character, it is a dab hand at finding euphemisms for its weaknesses.

What would you be like if you were the only person in the world? If you want to be truly happy you must be that person.

What matters is not whether you put your fork or knife together because you've finished your meal, or something like that. What matters is that you don't offend people, or hurt their feelings by mistake by saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.

Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.