The great question that has never been answered and which I have not yet been able to answer despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul is: WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT?

Women are nothing but machines for producing children.

The only happiness lies in reason; all the rest of the world is dismal. The highest reason, however, I see in the work of the artist, and he may experience it as such. Happiness lies in the swiftness of feeling and thinking: all the rest of the worl

When the going gets tough, everyone leaves.

Superstition, idolatry, and hypocrisy have ample wages, but truth goes a-begging.

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.