I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.
If the world should blow itself up, the last audible voice would be that of an expert saying it can’t be done.
Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, it is our duty to furnish it well.
By increasing the size of the keyhole today’s playwrights are in danger of doing away with the door.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness a tender look which becomes a habit.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
Sex is a conversation carried out by other means. If you get on well out of bed half the problems of bed are solved.
A diplomat these days is nothing but a head waiter who is allowed to sit down occasionally.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
If Botticelli were alive today he’d be working for Vogue.
Corruption is nature’s way of restoring our faith in democracy.
At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we’re all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it.
The habit of religion is oppressive, an easy way out of thought.
The point of living and of being an optimist is to be foolish enough to believe the best is yet to come.
Courage is often lack of insight, whereas cowardice in many cases is based on good information.
I am an optimist, unrepentant and militant. After all, in order not to be a fool an optimist must know how sad a place the world can be. It is only the pessimist who finds this out anew every day.
Monica Seles: I’d hate to be next door to her on her wedding night.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.