Books, I don’t know what you see in them. I can understand a person reading them, but I can’t for the life of me see why people have to write them.

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.

Men think about women. Women think about what men think about them.

I’m convinced there’s a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.

A diplomat these days in nothing, but a head waiter who is allowed to sit down occasionally.

I do not believe that friends are necessarily the people you like best, they are merely the people who got there first.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness; a tender look which becomes a habit.

Pavarotti is not vain, but conscious of being unique.