I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

I think the first prerequisite to civilization is an ability to make polite conversation.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

Now is the age of anxiety.

There are good books which are only for adults. There are no good books which are only for children.

A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.

The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.