The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.

Style, in the broadest sense of all, is consciousness. More specifically it is a consistent idiom arising spontaneously from the personality but deliberately maintained.

The war between the sexes is the only one in which both sides regularly sleep with the enemy.

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

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

In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast.

I go wherever my fare is paid.