Love is a fever which marriage puts to bed and cures.

I used to look down on the world for being corrupt, but now I adore it for the utter magnificence of that corruption.

To create a housing shortage in a huge country, heavily wooded, with a small population -- ah, that's proof of pure political genius.

The seven ages of man: spills, drills, thrills, bills, ills, pills and wills.

People are like birds - from a distance, beautiful: from close up, those sharp beaks, those beady little eyes.

The man who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.

Lovely girls are terribly insecure. They are convinced that their legs are too thick, and their bottoms are too big, and their bosoms are too small. They are conviced that their nose is the wrong shape, that their ears stick out, and that their eyes are too close together. They need a man who will tell them they are exactly right as they are. They do not believe him, but they need to hear it said.