Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

FREEDLEY: Will I feel better after I take it? DR. FITCH (coldly): I, am a physician, Freedley, not an astrologer. If you want a horoscope, there's a gypsy tearoom over on Lexington Avenue.

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.