Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

No one in this world has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby.

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia - to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.