A sense of humor is so handy, isn't it? It lets you see both sides of a question so that you never need do anything.

Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!

why haven't we seventy lives? One is no use.

Life flows on over death as water closes over a stone dropped into a pool. ... Fate is certain; death is certain; but the courage and nobility of men and women matter more than these.

I like a bit of color myself, I must say. At my time of life, if you wear nothing but black, people might think you were too mean to change frocks between funerals.

Everybody's tragedy is somebody's nuisance.

Love needs the stiffening of respect, the give and take of equality.