Or in other words, why does disorder increase in the same direction of time as that in which the universe expands?
Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it makes us vain, in fact, of our modesty.
The thrust of ambition is, and always has been, great, but among the bright-eyed it had once a more adventurous and individualistic air, a much more bracing rivalry.
The trouble with our age is that it is all signpost and no destination.
Privacy was in sufficient danger before TV appeared, and TV has given it its death blow.
In the history of mankind, fanaticism has caused more harm than vice.
The test of interesting people is that subject matter doesn't matter.
Who can sum up all the ills the women of a nation suffer from war? They have all of the misery and none of the glory; nothing to mitigate their weary waiting and watching for the loved ones who return no more.
Everything gets better with time, and time is forever.
All of a sudden I found myself with the reputation of being a swinger and a home-wrecker. Beverly Hills wives were supposed to live in fear in case I cast my green orbs in the direction of their men. Ninety-nine per cent of this was total fabrication.
Madame Bovary is the sexiest book imaginable. The woman's virtually a nyphomaniac but you won't find a vulgar word in the entire thing.